[Intro: Tim Dog] Yeahhhhh.. I wanna get some shit off my chest, shit off my chest I wanna get some shit off my chest, shit off my chest I wanna get some shit off my chest [Tim Dog] I got this rap shit sewn, locked down, from the ground to the sky From L.A., all the way to Long I Who am I? That motherfuckin nigga who be dissin I be rippin motherfuckers like I'm eatin on some chicken Finger lickin, like I got you out of Sylvia's Copeland's, Roscoe's, pollo, lo-co Bo-jangles, Popeye's, even KFC Yo MC's ain't got no wins when they fuck with D-O-G I'm dramatic, emphatic - I'm charismatic I'm down with my niggaz (magnetic, magnetic) My people, keepin it real, fuckin up your mind Representin to the fullest, yo I got another rhyme SHOWTIME, pump more systems than the Alpine I bet you're thinkin to yourself right now what's on my mind (word) My mind's fed up, yo I'm dead up These faggot-ass rappers and these punk bitches gonna get wet up (WORD!) Runnin round the industry, frontin like they're jiggy Just because you rap don't make you a piggy Who is he? Some unknown sucka from the projects Made a few demos, now you think you got it Rhymin like Nas (what) lookin like Treach (word?) Beats mad weak (woo!) hooker can't catch (ha!) Sayin Def Jam's gonna sign you You betta get a job and leave that bullshit behind you, WORD You got some motherfuckin nerve I shoulda left yo' ass on the god damn curb But I'ma leave it all the motherfuckin same And focus my attention on those rappers in the game NOW, first you made a jam that's hot (hot) Then you made another then that shit went pop (pop) Then you made another then that shit had flopped You deserve exactly what yo' ass got, motherfucker! Tryin to run after the whites You used to wear Timbs, now yo' ass is in tights And every time I see you, all you wanna do is fight Don't get mad cause my shit is right, aight? I'm a motherfuckin man like you You wanna be fake, while I gotta be true (word) You wanna be the next when you shoulda been you Now tell me what the FUCK am I supposed to do? BE-ATCH! [Chorus x2: Tim Dog (Kool Keith)] All I wanna do is rap Get some trap, and live life kinda fat, that's that But how could a man just rap (When the whole fuckin industry is WAK!) [Interlude: Kool Keith] Yeah, Kool Keith checkin in That's right, for you wak motherfuckers I got to show, SKILL Tell you like it is, gotta get this shit off [Kool Keith] This ain't the Grammy awards, ass-tight tuxedos Niggaz are phony, tryin to act like my peoples TV stars, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson Her brother Michael, feelin babies for some rectum action Niggaz like Al Green, you can't trust Little Richard.. .. little bitchard Girls today slept with Rock Hudson The NBA - your favorite ballplayer's turnin gay Girls go nut, get attracted havin wild sex In big mansions, Hollywood's unsafe sex Sniffin coke, movie stars roll in fly cards Everybody has a card, runs a fake business I'm that O.J. who gives a fuck about his case like Madonna, that devil wearin paint on her face You know the industry has already crossed over sexually A lot of people turned bumblebee Sodom and Gomorr', it's time for information Half of y'all sick sing at the AIDS Foundation I lay it down clown and take your famous queer crown Glamour and famous mixed up, you slept with Rod Stewart Girls get caught, take off they heels for they record deals Did you get the deal BITCH? Got served And you sayyyyyyyyyyy... [Chorus] [Tim Dog] Word up!
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