Written by Ricky & Marty Wilde
I watch a man sitting down the park
The flashy suit manufactured by the makers
He's got a pen and he circles an add
It makes him laugh 'cos he's reading dirty papers
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She doesn't know but she's getting his call
He's talking straight but he wants it in a strange way
She combs her hair doesn't worry at all
He could be mad but its just another pay day
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She likes to live on the poor side of town
She's shacking down with a guy from West Guiana
The boys around always look at the ground
Oh, what they'd give for a night with that piranha
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She doesn't have to make her money that way
She's such a pretty young girl
I guess they love it 'cos you hear when they stay
They cry oh, oh, oh
This guy arrives looking scared as a rat
He needs her love but he wants it like a brother
Three hours later he crawls out on his knees
She's laughing loud 'cos he's calling for his mother
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2-6-5-8-0 Oh, dial it if you want to know meFake Fake Records
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1 2, 1 2
All Ma Dawgs
(chorus)(x2) its bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
One thing bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folkes say it controls your brain
I know betta than that thats game
And we ready for dat two souldjas head of da pack
Madda a fack who got the gat
And where ma army at rather atact and not react
Back the beats it dont reflect on how many records get sold
On sex drugs and rock and roll
Whether your projects put on hold
In the real world, these just people wit ideas
They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disapear
Again the real world
Is bigger than all these fake records
Where po folks got the millions and my womans disrespected
If you check 1 2 my word of advise to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do if that dont work then kick the facks
If you a fighta rida bouta flaymadonna chronic sida
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a lia lia pants on fia wolf cria agent wida
Why im goina know it when i play it
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Who shot biggy smalls if we dont get them they gonna get us all
Im down for runnin on them (blured) in they city hall
We ride for yall all ma dawgs stay real
Dont thank these record deals goina feed your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not
Mcs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin bout how much money they got
All yall recods sound the same
Im sick of that fake thug r&b rap scenerio all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, manatamis material
Yall dont hear me tho
These record lables slang our tapes like dope
You could be next in line to sign and still be writin rymes and broke
Youd rather have a lexus or justice
A dream or some substance
A beemer or neclace or freedom
Niggaz like me dont playa hate i jus