文本歌词

Braggin Boasting - The Sound Providers/Little Brother
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' sh*t 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 f**k 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 sh*t 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
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 sh*t only 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 nigg*s 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
Shedding tears when it's after three
After me
Anything left is tragedy
Wipe out your team cause I stay past three
On the Richter
Only AIDS patients stay sicker
You must be drunk of the liquor
Cause Pooh is a chaser and I hate that my pain in major
Give a f**k about y'all cause your label is major
And your image
Man they got you lustin' the doe
We're gonna see where your love is when you're facin' the flo'
And somebody's four pound tucked ready to blow
And you surrounded by faces that you don't really know
Got your life flashin' fast and you wish it would slow
That's why I love the beats and I lust the flow
So now you know
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 sh*t only the names that change
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin' boastin'
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
Braggin' and boastin' boastin' and braggin'
Cash in your check cause it's the last one you get
Cash in your check cause it's the last one you get
Cash in your check cause it's the last one you get
Cash in your check cause it's the last one you get