| Lyrics: | INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's
going on money?
[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill
[Maestro] Word. I remember back in the days, you
know. I be thinking, you
go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what I"m saying. That's
all
I'm saying. You get your porps an dloot the whole nine. Word (word). I
think brothers
gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what I'm saying.
[Mac] Brothers gotta wake up
man
[Maestro] Word, word man
CHORUS X4
[Studio People] You gotta wake up, you gotta
gotta wake up
[Maestro] Check it, it's all about makin' records
[Maestro]
Everyday
I wake up, I thank God
'Cause I never had to kill, never had to rob
Always had a job
The
industry's hard, full of frauds
But I never pulled a card on the boulevard
I just work
hard
Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta
Be able to get a label to blast your
procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to wait
After you pass the snake, stay awake
Hobbes
That's the breaks
You wanna make a record, check it
You need more than your boys
around your way giving you credit
'Cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular
But take
your contract to a lawyer to look after ya
'Cause labels have mastered the
Skill of gassing
ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a spatula
Snatch your Acura
And all the bitches you
wanted
Are flaunted your riches are laugh at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, support you like
a laddere
Your pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder
So you better have a better
strate-gy
Can't you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see
Takes more
than a dope LP to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, |
