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Keith Murray - Say Whaatt lyrics
f/ Redman ONE-TWO, ONE-TWO Keith Murray and Jazze Pha Servin em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell [VERSE 1] (Murray) Woke up at 8:30 on a Saturday morn Grab my remote control cut my stereo on Got up took a dump as I smoke some trees And my stomach started growling for some egg MC's I am hard core heavyweight b-boy flex Other rappers try to flex but they soft as sex High heels in the kitchen fixin me a hot meal Wipe my ass ran the faucet then I brush my grill Jumped in the shower it was boiling hot So I stayed there an hour cause I like it a lot Back to my room and throw on some fresh gear Tank top white tees and some Nike airs Then I'm interrupted by the ring on the phone Def Jam Kevin Liles tellin me that it's on Saying Murray meet me, Lyor and Russell You provide the heat and we'll provide you wit' that Def Jam muscle So I said yeah I'm wit it cause you know I'm prepared Put me in proper position and I'm takin it there I hung up the phone, went outside And hopped in the six to bust a joy ride [HOOK] (Redman) Yo dog how many wanna ride wit us and How many wanna smoke wit us (say what) Now how many wanna junk wit us and How many wanna thug wit us (say what) Now yell if you wanna roll wit us Yell if you wanna get dough wit us (say what) Ride-smokin-ride-smokin-ride-ride-smokin-ride (say what) Let's smoke and ride [VERSE 2] (Murray) One o'clock on the dot is when I hit the block Sunshine cold beamin off ya face from my watch I'm a monsta on these beats also on these streets Hit the corner then I bumped into some beautiful freaks They said Murray hold up, stop, wait Hit the brakes rims spinnin like roller skates Conversing with the skeeza's for ten minutes more Hopped back in the ride and then I slammed the door Ridin through your city wit the hard core beat Stopped by the spot so I can get somethin to eat The way I wine and dine people think I do crime They don't know I'm just a connoisseur of hip hop rhymes So I got my meal and I said my grace Thinkin bout the next millions that I'll soon make Lookon at the clock it said deuce square tre Wit Georgia on my mind I 2wayed Jazzy Pha [HOOK] [VERSE 3] (Murray) I heard you suckas don't like me but I ain't concerned It must be the pretty bitties or the pay that I earn I'm growin and blowin all up in yo face Put ya head to the speaker break ya neck to the base I'm extraterrestrial so expeditious The first nigga to ever bust a verse on a Lexus Sucka duck nigga think that they be the man I don't even say nothin I just wave my hand [HOOK] |
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