Sencillo / Pista
Braggin & Boasting (featuring Little Brother)
Letras
Another day up in these labels of rap
And you're a battle MC who swears that your style is flavorly phat
Can't wait to hit the studio disabling tracks
So everyone can hear your shit on they turntables and DATS
You put your, single out so now you layin' it back
Cause now everybody's sayin', "Yo son, your name on the map"
And everybody's actin' crazy in fact
Hoes be sweatin' your gear
And askin' shit like, "What fragrance is that?"
But that's the life you live
Great sex with your admirers
Cause your album's in the deck of everybody's Iowa
But prior to, all the props and all the street buzz
Nobody in your neighborhood could give a fuck who you was
Because
They don't love you
They love what you stand for
The car you drive and the loot you got your hands on
That shit could end in a minute
Any minute
And then your driveway won't have all them Bentley's in it
And wine glass won't have all that Remy in it
No video shoots with Hype and P. Diddy in it
So don't get caught up in the fame and applause
And brainless awards
Next year they ain't gonna want you no more
Check it out now
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin' (boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
They play the fall guy for they claim to fame
It's just the same old shit, it's just the names that change
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin' (boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
Yes sir. Welcome to the Yama Rocka Lounge. I'm here to park your car
YEAH!
Ayo yo it's game time
Time to stop these niggas lame with the rhymes
They rhymes be full of one lines
And one line proves to be too many
And too many proves to be plenty for me to disregard
Bout tired of givin' cats fake head bobs and nods
Listen to their squad's boys front to be hard
And hood D's
Held respect like wood leaves in the park