[Verse 1]
Fans I get ‘em in twos, no need to fill ‘em with booze
What do you choose? you with or lose
Spit that rhythm and blues
Then I'm bidding ados
Grinning with whose chica
But the speaker's a tweaker
And I've been meaning to freak you
Fiending to eat you, I mean dreaming to meet you
I mean scheming, it's seeming the meaning kind of appeasing
I've been freezing my bu*t off, all for a nut off
Think I lost sight, frostbite
All for the cut off
Did you really think I wasn't going to give it any days?
I got plenty ways, many baes, hit you with that steady gaze
Eye to my eye, better catch him when he strays
Girl, you a dime, but you know a penny pays
Girl I'm kiddin' but get in
You see it's fittin' we hittin'
If you a kitten I'm bitten
You see I'm smitten with spittin'
I've been sitting on writtens all about you
And you can tell this man is about to
Put the moves on, put the grooves on
And that don't necessarily mean put the brews on
Uh uh put the grooves on
And that don't necessarily mean put the brews on
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Limelight
You know baby, step up maybe cause the time right
Don't tell me yes, just make me guess with my hindsight
You be walking, you be talking to my mind right
Baby step aboard, we're set to soar
Divine height
[Verse 2]
This Red Hot Chili Pepper don't cling off her/Klinghoffer
But I'll bring offer that she won't turn away
Cause she might have heard of me
Release a word a day
Will she service a nerd a day
Out of common courtesy
Might just occur to say
Gonna make a Squirtle spray
Like Ash, get cash
All up in the murder bay
Lay you like a turtle lay
On your chest, you the best
Swooping like a bird of prey
What I'm trying sort of say
If this a game, you the dame
Version bae
Let me play Just a Lil Bit like Curtis say
Like like Curtis say
50 Cent son that's how I be feeling every day
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[Verse 3]
Glad doc gave me these Percocets
Mad hot ladies in perky sets
That got crazy and twerk the best
Man I'm messing but confessing I'm quirky yes
If you thought babies could murk the vets
Then you're right cause we tight
So we clerk the desk
Of the hip hop hotel or the emcee inn
It's a rip off, oh well, but them see him
Nabbing cash from the drawer so they sense he sin
But the cents he win are well deserved
And the sinnings and the winnings are well preserved
Cause the hell he served kept the prize so hot
So hot that the ice melted all over the rocks
And all over the blocks where he slang his CD
Dang these GD gangs that we see hating the G, making me see
[Chorus]
[Talking]
Now everything I'm discussing about the allure of the limelight and the quest for fame
Here's an alternate perspective
[Verse 4]
I be doing Datpiff
They be doing dat sh**
Kicking the wack hits
Given they lack wits
Thinking the track fits
Dropping a stack, getting producers who crack
Onto the charts, hitting the hearts
All of them got in a trap
Thinking they ill, thinking they will stick around long
Itching to fill crill in they grill, this sound wrong
Hopeless, they hope this fame stay on
But notice no focus may lay on
Their discog, they pissed dog, game face on
They missed on their hit song to save they thong
They drift to the past, first hit is their last, so stay underground girl, we'll watch them break fast
[Chorus]