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• Artiste: Quelle Chris
• Titre: Feed The Heads
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Yo, yo (Yo), yo, yo (Yo) If I'm ever choked up, then it's probably the buds And if you heard it and you bugged, then it was probably us Crazy, deranged like Martin Rockin' the pajamas to clubs Drama got my mama tryna beeline to the church Let these kids croon for chips like Stymie and Buck' I'm done grindin' for these fucks, at most I'm grimy enough Had to stop gettin' drunk, need to find a new drug So I can slap my tape down like I'm rhymin' with Puff (Meanwhile) Back at the [?][0:41] HQ Glidin' on a break, but we tryna get cake, too Interviews, awards shows, I'm tryna be fake, too (Hi, how are you?) We tryna be like Mike in the nineties I'm tryna be like Mike now, with [?][0:50] and Levi blues And black leather vests, BDE like I'm death-proof Allow me to get loose, already my credentials And might get mental over any type instrumental (Meanwhile) I'm watchin' all these rappers go act up See youngins packin' bad guns when they get smacked up So run, tell your kinfolk I'm back Boy, you didn't have to do these motherfuckers like that 'Cause if I don't do it, who can? (I don't know) And if I'm not the greatest, then who am (I don't know) All these suckers plantin' seeds from a sucker MC So if I don't do it, who can? If I don't do it, who can? (I don't know) And if I'm not the greatest, then who am? (I don't know) All these sucker MCs breed more sucker MCs So if I don't do it, God damn Say somethin', say somethin' (God damn) Say somethin', say somethin' Say somethin', say somethin' (Yeah) Say somethin', say somethin' Put on a beat, watch niggas freak the fuck out Transform the whip, that mini-coupe SC's a truck now Placin' bets on jut how many opps go duck down Turn it up in the 'burbs, watch how the cops gone come 'round Oh, damn, word, I'm havin' fun now Make a thug put his gun down like Beck in The Rundown Time after time, I get high, don't come down Always kept it funky, the mic smellin' type bum loud I don't need to hear your shit to know it's a thumbs down I'm spoiled, you bite me, you might need some Tums now Name's shittin' on the tip of they tongue now Bro, you heard Q's? He's the truth, he's the one now (Meanwhile) Head bigger than the throwback RiRi The flex sealed the deal as seen on TV So run, tell your kinfolk I'm back Boy, you didn't have to do these motherfuckers like that 'Cause if I don't do it, who can? (I don't know) And if I'm not the greatest, then who am (I don't know) All these sucker MCs breed more sucker MCs So if I don't do it, who can? If I don't do it, who can? (I don't know) And if I'm not the greatest, then who am? (I don't know) All these suckers plantin' seeds from a sucker MC So if I don't do it, who can? It's that time of day between light and dark That always makes me wonder who I am and where I fit in Hey, shut up, man, he's cookin' Listen