Verse 1: Here we go yup yup I know You ain't never seen it done like this before Long hair blue eyes yes yes I flow Yes I sing plus I bring the I'll beats that be Sizzlin' man like bacon grease Back when I had short hair they called me Jason Priestley But time passed, I had to mature You see I'm tryin' to be the next Ashton Kutcher Mock my style I dare you yo Watch me pop right out of your stereo I spit more rounds then a merry go I flip more sounds then a karaoke machine B-Team this has been my dream Since back when Al Green was lean, my scheme My plot, rise the top as one of the best I'm tryin' to be the white Kanye West you heard me? That was a joke in case you didn't get it I'm one in a million custom fitted If you ain't with it than hit the exit Don't disrespect this I'll leave you breathless
Chorus: Go on, hey D.J. play that funky song that I like but I can't recall the name, I think it goes like "La-da-da, da-da-da-da-da" by some guy named B.Reith yea I think that was his name, play that funky song
Verse 2: It's messed when they can't say your name right B.Reeth, B.Right naw B.Reith! See the T-H at the end like Thank you for saying it wrong again What do I gotta do to get some respect 'round here Start frontin' like I'm crazy and throwin' round chairs Would you quit tellin' people that I'm from Brown Deer Really man, what you tryin' to do, kill my career? It's bad enough they didn't put my name on the roster Now they're trying to say that I'm a J.C. Chavez impostor What? Where's my manager? Wait that's me At times like these I wish I had a fake I.d. So I tell the bouncer, "Hey, where's the bathroom? It's an emergency dude I'll be back soon." Sneak to the stage, hand my CD to the D.J. Tell him when I cue him hit play, ready?
Chorus:
Bridge: Hey D.J. please won't you give me a chance so I can drop this beat and make these people dance. Now um, one thing is clear they goin' like what they here so um, lend me your ear and just watch me get my groove on
Verse 3: You know you're broke when you sing for free Thinkin' that you'll make some money if you bring CD's Show up, the sound system is soundin' like garbage My man where'd you buy this microphone from, Target? It's funny how the same people that mean mug you Will come up to you after the show and try to hug you Now matter how tight you are on the mic There's always one hater that's like, "Dude he's alright, I'm better though." It's sort of sad but I had to laugh When I thought this girl wanted my autograph I said, "Hey how you doin' what's your name?" "It's Margie, Sorry to bother you but can I borrow that Sharpie?" "What? Don't you know who I am girl?" "No. Wait, are you that dude from 'That 70's Show?'" Shoot, I played it off said, "Yup that's me." "Oh my gosh, here, sign this B.Reeth CD!"
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Copy to Clipboard: Verse 1: Here we go yup yup I know You ain't never seen it done like this before Long hair blue eyes yes yes I flow Yes I sing plus I bring the I'll beats that be Sizzlin' man like bacon grease Back when I had short hair they called me Jason Priestley But time passed, I had to mature You see I'm tryin' to be the next Ashton Kutcher Mock my style I dare you yo Watch me pop right out of your stereo I spit more rounds then a merry go I flip more sounds then a karaoke machine B-Team this has been my dream Since back when Al Green was lean, my scheme My plot, rise the top as one of the best I'm tryin' to be the white Kanye West you heard me? That was a joke in case you didn't get it I'm one in a million custom fitted If you ain't with it than hit the exit Don't disrespect this I'll leave you breathless
Chorus: Go on, hey D.J. play that funky song that I like but I can't recall the name, I think it goes like "La-da-da, da-da-da-da-da" by some guy named B.Reith yea I think that was his name, play that funky song
Verse 2: It's messed when they can't say your name right B.Reeth, B.Right naw B.Reith! See the T-H at the end like Thank you for saying it wrong again What do I gotta do to get some respect 'round here Start frontin' like I'm crazy and throwin' round chairs Would you quit tellin' people that I'm from Brown Deer Really man, what you tryin' to do, kill my career? It's bad enough they didn't put my name on the roster Now they're trying to say that I'm a J.C. Chavez impostor What? Where's my manager? Wait that's me At times like these I wish I had a fake I.d. So I tell the bouncer, "Hey, where's the bathroom? It's an emergency dude I'll be back soon." Sneak to the stage, hand my CD to the D.J. Tell him when I cue him hit play, ready?
Chorus:
Bridge: Hey D.J. please won't you give me a chance so I can drop this beat and make these people dance. Now um, one thing is clear they goin' like what they here so um, lend me your ear and just watch me get my groove on
Verse 3: You know you're broke when you sing for free Thinkin' that you'll make some money if you bring CD's Show up, the sound system is soundin' like garbage My man where'd you buy this microphone from, Target? It's funny how the same people that mean mug you Will come up to you after the show and try to hug you Now matter how tight you are on the mic There's always one hater that's like, "Dude he's alright, I'm better though." It's sort of sad but I had to laugh When I thought this girl wanted my autograph I said, "Hey how you doin' what's your name?" "It's Margie, Sorry to bother you but can I borrow that Sharpie?" "What? Don't you know who I am girl?" "No. Wait, are you that dude from 'That 70's Show?'" Shoot, I played it off said, "Yup that's me." "Oh my gosh, here, sign this B.Reeth CD!"
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