Copywrite - Money For Nuthin' lyrics

rate me

(The League Crew!)

Yeah!

Chris Sholar, whatup?

O.C! Been a long time coming!

Here now, I ain't going nowhere!

Ya'll could fuck off, I'm staying right the fuck here

I ain't moving a God damn foot

Ya'll gonna have to move the Earth under me, man

C. Write!

What I gotta do to put the city on the map?

Feature Fifty on the track with Diddy in the back?

Fuck that, I ain't doing any of that crap

I'mma get me a fifty sack and shoot a video with titties in the back

Most unknown with a fold up phone

And a couple celebrities in it, so what though?

They ain't throwing us dough

So the muthafucking middle fingers going up slow for the O-1-O

Whoa, slooowwww, down. let em catch up

Once they get a little close I'mma speed it back up

Hate, but I told ya, got the weight of my state on my shoulders

So when it's over I'm gonna need a back rub

Cleveland (what up?)

Columbus (what up?)

Matter fact, the whole O, we run and shut up

And we wanna come up

But the powers that be been trying to hold us down for 300 summers

This is the way we do it, we do it till haters lose it

Get money for nuthin (money for nuthin)

Just laying music, yeah

Ain't it stupid the way that we make our loot

If you woulda been late in school you coulda made it too

Ya hate it do ya?

All my, fans wanna know, how the fuck is he not signed?

When he's stuck, at the Top 5, cause they want me to not shine

And they don't wanna really gimme the credit that I deserve

They wanna send me back to the Earth, I'mma giant merge

They wanna carry me inside a church

And bury me alive inside a cemetary under piles of dirt

Mispell my name on the block

Stead of 'Ris, he put a K on the count, place all my props

But that ain't going on Pac, cause the day I'mma stop

Is the day that Kanye can drop Jay from the Roc

Rock, rock star with a blonde babe on stage

Enemies think, the women they bring are safe

To the backstage, swallowing a tall Rock Star like they chuggin on an energy drink

Fuck it, I'mma quit...

PSYCHE

But ya'll would love it if I did cause ya'll ain't fucking with the kid

No obstacle possible to stop Cop from doing what I got to do

I'm too hot to cool, plus you can't stop the dude

Skinny as a rail but I'm still Big Poppa Smooth

Huhhhh? Now who the FOCK are you?

I'm Doctor Dude, bitch you Dr. Seuss

You rhyming A-B-C

I'm rhyming D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P

Bet him with a G, he ain't fuckin with the rhythm of the C

If he did I gave him a ribbon and a G

It's a money back gurantee, all you funny rap parakeets

If you wanna rap, there's a seat

I'mma teach you muthafuckas how the double wrap barrels speed

Where's the beef?