| Lyrics: | [Ice Cube]
Please listen to my demo {x8}
A nigga told me, the record company's the
pimp
The artist is the hoe, The stage is the corner
And the audience is the trip, god damn
(verse one) {:21}
Incredible young nigga, you can't belive i'm just one nigga
God damn i've gotten bigger
Intellect superior,
Walk in a room and make the whole
interior, inferior
If you look me in my eyes
You might fuck around and loose control of
your mind body and your soul
Grab ahold
Undisputed on the microphone, what choo think
If you wink, i'll make you ich think
Did you blink, did you ever drink your own brain
matter
Shotgun enima, this ain't no cinema
All praises due to the creator
--for this
man here, that can't no nigga stand near--
True, inventor of the double-you
What choo
wanna do, i got the red and the blue
Show me one nigga dedicated to raps
I'll show you ten
niggas dedicated to snaps
Record company death traps settin' decoys
Just to pimp young
b-boys
With a cup full of yak, studio contact
Maniac with a contract
Well turn up the
bass and the motherfuckin' treble
About to do a deal with the devil for my vocal level
Bullshit points, plus he want to rub it in
And take all my publishin', god damn
Do i
take it up the rectum
Just to rock the spectrum
Give up a right arm, just to do a form
Hell no, all you motherfukers goan leave this bitch limpin'
No more, record company
pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more (No more), record company
pimpin'
No more (No more), record company pimpin'
No more No more No more No more
You ain't pimpin' me (uhn uhh, uhn uhh) |
