E.S.G.

E.S.G. - Guerilla Music lyrics

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[talking:] In case you forgot, a name That's been ringing on your block, years Independent hits, they always hot So therefor all hail, the return of the king [Hook:] Move around, cause I'm right back in the house Back in the building, standing up for the South Yeah, I'm one of the realest ever doin this It's more than music, so homie join my movement and uh Move around, cause I'm right back in the house Back in the building, standing up for the South Dropping hits, yep E's a star And I'm right back, like I left the keys to my car whoa [E.S.G.:] Move around, cause I'm right back in the house One of the first up out the South, with thirty G's in my mouth All these brand new rappers, they say they flipping birds I guess it's the in thang, they say they sipping syrup That's a damn lie, I never seen em with a cup Say they ride big wheels, I never seen em in a truck But I seen em riding a bus, let's be for real bro Only seen em riding candy, was on the video Now they saying that they smoke cush, cause everybody do it I guess they get they ideas, from everybody music I ain't talking bout one, cause it's mo' individuals These boys in this rap game, so hypocritcal So damn political, and don't even vote Talking bout these dutches and swisha sweets, and don't even smoke Brand new Rolex, or should I say recoupelex Soon as the label give it to ya, they gon take it out ya check yeah [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Move around, cause I'm right back in the house Some drop bricks, we drop hits down South I can't lie, the hottest thang going is Swishahouse But the whole movement started, at my homie Screw's house I ain't hating homie, cause that's the god damn truth Don't believe what I'm saying, come get some god damn proof Tropicana orange juice, naw that ain't our color We like candy blue or red, inside's peanut butter That's interior dummy, don't relate or hate me The picture ain't clear, I put it in HD Ask some Southern DJ's, who drop hits they spin em Yep Swangin' And Bangin', one of the songs of the millenium Wanna be a Baller, that's a double platinum hook I got about a thousand mo', in my notebook Thousand fans waving they hands, me and Big Moe rocking in While you big budget artists, hottest steady flopping man [Hook] [E.S.G.:] Move around, cause I'm right back in the house It ain't no secret, trend setters down South Working wood wheels, with TV's keeping it real Look how many cats, trying to rock a ice grill Look at Bun B's "Trill", number one on the charts He was long overdue, you know that's straight from the heart I pay homage to those, who opened do's and paved way Getto Boys, Scarface, Pimp C and Lil' J Suavehouse, Cash Money, No Limit to Screw East coast West coast, yep I wanna thank you For Run DMC, to the Tribe Called Quest N.W.A., Snoop and Dre out West Spice 1, Above the Law, there's so many groups All the early entrpreneurs, like Russell Simmons and Lou I'm the truth in the booth, a million hits on my sleeve Every year I reutrn, like it's New Years Eve I'm screaming [Hook]

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