JAKE ONE - Oh Really lyrics

rate me

They say in the last days the father's own child goin to come

Ain't no side of him yet, I think he's on the run

'Til then the party don't stop, 'til the sun

Swallowed a shot of Play Hard, now I'm numb

So loose and ready to spaz over the drum

Give 'em the full sum, so this genera-tion!

Don't ever front on the Plug One

Oddball out of the bunch but still ball with the best of 'em

Been a pop off play to a U-G-K like Pimp and Bun

And when I'm somewhere in between, still second to none

When I'm somewhere off the scene, I'm off wreckin your hun

He majored in thumb sucking, without usin a thumb

I'm here to stun you, with the way I un-do, the mass thinkin, my career

Is done

'Cause in the end, your goin to know (it's just begunnn!)

Head into the studio with the rhymes that's Homer spun

Aim past the fame and shot the fortune

In the leg, and you know he bled, shred in crumbs

Swooped it up, fed some birds, put the rest in the vault, keep it up

Into my lung

Stop suckin in oxygen

'Til then I stay gold like Pony Boy (they young)

So who's the flyest and who's the highest?

And who spits the vitamins for kids to digest?

Who's goin to be the star in the sky

At the after party, With my bodyguards and my stylist?

Kid, go get your nails and your hair did

It's cool your American, you can blame your parents

One big ringtone away from careless

So turn up the bass 'til it makes you feel air sick

Life is complex, I reflect

But I ain't supposed to cry if I want to get respect

The winner gets dinner yet who pays the check?

The internet got us makin hits with people we ain't never met

Log on and rock, rock on

And we ain't goin to stop until these motherfuckin cops gone

Hopped on the stove top, stirred up the pot wrong

Got milk, got bombs, we ain't got long

I'm goin to party like it's 19 - never mind

And take it back to when today was a better time

Before the rap game became a soup ghetto line

Before the paper it was flavor like a pepper grind

What? We download for the taste test

Yep, 'cause we ain't tryin to waste a paycheck

Used to be the tape decks, played the apex

Now it's all safe sex with fake breasts (breasts...)