Lyrics
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Intro
And this beat right here was crafted by...
(J. Rawls – Columbus, Ohio)
Yeah, This is a Ohio Playas (Collaboration!)
Verse
I want a job to go to, not to be at
What's good for the goose is good for the propaganda; meander
Through the hall, Neanderthal – it's like this, y'all
They always tryna ask me questions, y'all
Count bigga nigga, got more talent only God could figure
Please don't invite me to the booth, my nigga, Tigger
I ain't Jigga, just a poor black nigga
In 6th grade, got my first C
Think I got more talent? Mos def
In college, I got my first F
Dribble with my right hand, never with my left
I never play basketball, I only tap out the beats
When J. Rawls don't
I, I, I love Paula Poundstone
It's another milestone
Intimidate MCs with the tone of my vonal drone
When I'm dishin' on the microphone
I'm "Automatic" like the Sandbox, or The Pointer Sisters
Or maybe even Prince, for instance
It don't make sense to me
For me to even see you even thinkin' bout you better than me
50 feet is all I need–for me to breathe
Fourth child conceived,
Kush, Cana, Hezekiah
He brought me out of the muck and mire
Oriana – hell, brimstone, and fire
The dog still hot like Oscar Myer
Count Bass Iyah
Month's ration
Antiguans
West Indian facts I'm speakin'
Heads, I'm tweakin'
Is it weed you smokin'?
Heh heh heh – just jokin'
Bobby Brown said, "every little step I take, you'll be there"
Any weather, even in this Tennessee tornado weather
Hey, fellas – gather 'round, lemme tell ya 'bout this beat
That's blowin' my mind
Outro
Understand me?
J. Rawls, Count Bass
True Ohio Playas
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