slacker, stuck upon my face is a frown I don't do enough, I just fool around Ya'll can go to hell, how does that sound [Verse 1] Imma product of reganomics
: (feat. Don Juan) [Tech N9ne] You want me to jam I'm finna enter Brain waves came from insane days Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise [Tech N9ne] Got
you down't know what dat is Can't get the party started without that Let's do it [verse 1:] You want me to jam I'm finna enta Brain waves came from
to go and the money I'm bout to see Gave bill gates some binoculars and said look out for me Exceeded expectations even at def jam Cause I married the streets
Probably catch me in clubs, I stay low Plus I'm banned from the shit that I go It's like this, every two beats out here, they sound like switch I'm like
from the islands Driving the Bentleys with her pretty pretty friends Sippin' colada every day is a weekend Heard your name was Pras outta Brooklyn And fifteen million place with your total sound
away from all the sound getting gritty in a tower over 400 feet see nobody that I don't want to meet I wanna live right on top of the people straight away from
K's get ta spraying like... Bottom line that mean I'm bout it, any nigga want it, doubt it Bust you in the broad day, on the street that's fully crowded
enimies wanna shoot you down They got ak 47's and a bunch of mac 11's Semi automatic weapons that produce ka pows Word on the street is, they all got
Street beat People would gather from all around To get down to the big sound You had to be a renegade in those days To take a man to the dance floor Say jam
One Got You Gotta Hold Ya Head Up Baby (Redman: For The Brick City Streets Out Hea Booiii..) We Gotchu On This One This For Everybody On The Block Everybody From
FUCKER? If I didn't sound like a hit Y'all didn't know what the fuck y'all thinkin bout You sound like a bitch (beotch!) Shit it sound like a wish, you
From mono to stereo Now I'm surround sound Blowin through your tubes Leavin holes through your speakers Crackin through your tweeters My frequency's off the meters Jam
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped
a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum 'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds
that Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate People high off dope but still physically fit I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks From
sellers Try to say I'm wack, out on the streets While your whole crew is jockin' my beats See me on T.V. and in the papers See me at a jam, and catch
lyrics intense get telephoto Break out your big lens Look, check out the sales charts My record's kickin', I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from
