Eric G - The Promotion lyrics

[Intro] I don't have to tell you things are bad, everybody knows things are bad. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter, punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere that seems to know what to do and theres no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. We sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad, worse than bad, they're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house and slowly the world we're living in is smaller and all we say is “please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms, let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel belted radios and I won't say anything, just leave us alone." Well I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest, I don't want you to riot, I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first, you've got to get mad! You've got to say “I'm a human being god damnit! My life has value!” Lights out! Yea I think they want that real sh** Eric G [Verse 1] ‘Ey look, I ain't got no rock in my sock or no grill in my mouth But when he talk, he still shine, bought more blinds for the house Grand slam, Denny's my lucky penny still in the couch Monster left from underneath the bed but ghost still in my house Wrapped tight like a boa constrictor k**in' a mouse Give a f** about your feelin's, f** n***a, feelings is out Who the f** can hang with 'Q, I make it hard to name a few Kick it like a kangaroo and got most stealin' my pouch I'm wylin', straight tripping like stomachs and malt liquor Tell me she brought weed, I thankfully brought swishas Miss Marley Malibu, my barbie a doll flipper Thick thighs, bite size I call her my small snicker Hit the back room, now they on my tip like bartenders Came in a tfive, left at one I feel like Don Richards, huh Tryna keep up, life is but a sweet drug All you n***as do is bite, rappin' on a flea rug The world's a big place, I'm just tryna see most of it 30 on a jet ski, 40 makin' the ocean twitch I draw attention like every line I open with I'm just tryna double up without looking at Olsen clips Rated Oakland, f** you b**h, n***a I'm promotin' this You ain't think I was sick, you gon' get a dose of this They lyin', they ain't comin' close to this And for the haters I'mma do the most with this [Interlude 1] It ain't too much talking goin on huh? Ain't talkin as much Millions Clown a** n***as, still poppin' on ‘em [Hook] Rated Oakland, f** you b**h, n***a I'm promotin' this You ain't think I was sick, you gon' get a dose of this They lyin', they ain't comin' close to this And for the haters, I'mma do the most with this Rated Oakland, f** you b**h, n***a I'm promotin' this (x4) [Verse 2] It's a couple people that's probly gon' hate me But more that's gon' love me Snappin' on some sh** like my godson, crappin' in huggies Oh my god son, as soon as I get it crackin' it's ugly Flow k**ed them, that's what's happened, that why my napkin is bloody Go figure, how this n***a just tight as wrappin' a mummie Hoes runnin' like Pitino with a trap in Kentucky Man I'm cool as models in Colorado sippin' a slushie Bounced out like a dead ball floor seaters can touch me More shots, I'm just duckin' like Plucky Mind packed like a party in heaven thrown above me If you love me you should let me know, heard life kinda short ‘86 delivered to my parents by the flyest stork Gettin' up like aisle seats, they ain't on my style Reese These rappers a piece of candy I'm thinkin' like “how sweet” The talkin' they was talkin' gettin' quiet I'm calm but inside of my head is a riot Whatchu sellin, I don't buy it, not even on sale though Every time she come around I leave her like a whale show I told you no one even close to this And for the haters, wait let me quote this sh** Rated Oakland, f** you b**h, n***a I'm promotin' this You ain't think I was sick, you gon' get a dose of this They lyin', they ain't comin' close to this And for the haters I'mma do the most with this [Interlude 2] We just doin' what we do mane Town sh**, 5-1-0, still poppin' on ‘em [Hook] [Outro] ‘Ey, Millions, n***as was talkin' too much right that's all they do n***as dont' really do sh**, they just talk Look at us though, ha ha Eric G what's happenin, you know, wylin' and sh** You know why? I'm probly cooler than I need to be, n***a Yea, I'm probly cooler than I need to be, n***a Straight up, yea I'm probly cooler than I need to be Yea, one more time man Eric G, right