We Got A Dolla! (Hey Hey Hey Hey)prod by. B.Lett
May 10, 2010 music production
http://usershare.net/7qa0h7u2zwm1 (Verse 1) Royce on the come up- the mic is my weapon they messed around to reunite the master w/ the nunchuck I level the playin field- bricks w/ the 1 up starpower for me- the flower’s for my mother and the shrooms for the payin customers- give em love I’m the outlet w/ the work up in my pocket from plugs I hustle like a mug just to keep on the lights, water but they hatin on the buzz like a fly swatter Visualize em blow, C-4 to the eye sockets Royce is a shoveler of shit- so why talk it? Sleepin on my show- I’m being booked- they Tom Sawyers Yo boy count the chips- tell them chickens to bon voyage iridescent shine so I’m keepin the locs w/ me Incandescent mind- I read the bible and smoke PHILLiesss I get up on the mic and bare the naked in lyrics as i stress about the wages that they take from a nigga I’m collectin reparations from the gov chillin it as we speak, on the creep so come and **** w/ yo villian I take the sky for ransom as I aim at the moon w/ it shake my change cup on the strip, and whistle tunes w/ it pixalated blood comes w/ the game,they Boon w/ it I flame from the first person range, so doom w/ it Kirby’s wanna suck em- cuz he about a balla! my whole crew eatin cuz WE GOT A DOLLA! (Verse 2) Roll up the paper and rush that- the infant of the block my hubcaps crawl like rugrats- We grubbin w/ the gluttony- paper in tall stacks no one could **** w/ me- man, these haters should fall back I rode street ponies to the crib- he off that guess I’m what it is till they bring New York back Royce through cuffin on a *****- you lock that you dick talk defensive pimpin- you cockblock that I learn my protegez bout the games these hoes play White woman lips can turn a nigga to O J black girl mouth could turn a nigga to Ike Turner Custom made kicks for the whip w/ the bright burners ****in w/ a trick expectin money to bounce outcha when i spit the gift- the ears lift like Alfalfa Money rainin here other- niggas need drought counslers Mad potent shit- you can get bout an ounce out us Slicker than a story tellin Rick- I got one Make these hoes feel it like they rode my shotgun While its loaded-yo boy **** around and exploded on the scene minish cap with some evisu jeans The safety inspectors say that he too clean w/ his lyricism- but the pandemic still killin niggas Leave execs at the round table tell they ass holla While I’m wavin w/ the pomade- WE GOT A DOLLA!
By MorphineRoberts (Future Producers)
Tags: bible, bout-the-games, count-the-chips, custom, flower, game, games, gift, keepin-the-locs, read-the-bible, songwriting and lyricism, white, work
Can you think of an example of something that slaps harder than this? (you caint)
May 9, 2010 music production
Seriously. I’ve been listening to this non-stop and everyone I showed it to has been listening to it non-stop. The new Fonzereli is certified heat.
By Robot Sunset Extreme (Future Producers)
Tags: along-the-gift, been-listening, fonzereli, full-quality, gift, hear-it-full, look-forward, sleeper, the-sleeper
Why Are You Doing This?
May 8, 2010 music production
I was thinking about how over the past few years I went from wanting to be rich and famous to just wanting to do music cause I enjoy it.
By Kaminota (Future Producers)
Tags: family, game, gift, local-success, maker-or-singer, money, music, over-the-past, party, revenue-flowing, soon-as-things, time