[Verse 1: Terrace Martin]
Doin' fifty on the shore, Range no tags
Punch pulled up, Kendrick in the back
A Da Bu$iness in that rag, Phantom on feet
And Problem in the diamond light pushin' that GT
Hood niggas with class, give respect where it's due
Came up with one boo and that was just to stay true
True to my music and everything that I do
Instead of practicing me you should focus on doin' you
So nigga fuck yo crew, what you wanna do?
Wack emcees never get no love I'm not enthused
And you can save all ya non-creative point of views
Cause me? I'mma produce and you just reducing ya crew
Now how I'm 'posed to work if I ain't gettin' paid?
Gotta call Terrace Martin if you can't call Dre
Now with that bein' said there is nothin' else to say
Was already understood, doesn't have to be explained
If it was never lost, how could it be saved?
I do this for my soul, I do this for LA
I do this for the love, man I do it for the game
And the memory of Miles Davis and John Coltrane
How could you blame them bastards, when they ain't have no raisin'?
They don't want no higher learning, they stick to the basics
And they don't wanna work for that white devil cause he racist
Neglected of knowledge, that's all they know, how could you blame 'em?
And I hate to say it but I had to as a man
We cooperated with 'em and fell victim to they plan
And after losin' Malcolm and Martin they scared to take a stand
If I call 'em pussy it's some bullshit, when will it end
So I don't really care 'bout who they say who is the best
All I know is that it shows within my music and my checks
I swear this is the best thing next to havin' sex
Geek smashed on niggas won't let my foot up off they necks, yep
Doin' fifty on the shore, Range no tags
Punch pulled up, Kendrick in the back
A Da Bu$iness in that rag, Phantom on feet
And Problem in the diamond light pushin' that GT
Hood niggas with class, give respect where it's due
Came up with one boo and that was just to stay true
True to my music and everything that I do
Instead of practicing me you should focus on doin' you
So nigga fuck yo crew, what you wanna do?
Wack emcees never get no love I'm not enthused
And you can save all ya non-creative point of views
Cause me? I'mma produce and you just reducing ya crew
Now how I'm 'posed to work if I ain't gettin' paid?
Gotta call Terrace Martin if you can't call Dre
Now with that bein' said there is nothin' else to say
Was already understood, doesn't have to be explained
If it was never lost, how could it be saved?
I do this for my soul, I do this for LA
I do this for the love, man I do it for the game
And the memory of Miles Davis and John Coltrane
How could you blame them bastards, when they ain't have no raisin'?
They don't want no higher learning, they stick to the basics
And they don't wanna work for that white devil cause he racist
Neglected of knowledge, that's all they know, how could you blame 'em?
And I hate to say it but I had to as a man
We cooperated with 'em and fell victim to they plan
And after losin' Malcolm and Martin they scared to take a stand
If I call 'em pussy it's some bullshit, when will it end
So I don't really care 'bout who they say who is the best
All I know is that it shows within my music and my checks
I swear this is the best thing next to havin' sex
Geek smashed on niggas won't let my foot up off they necks, yep
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