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Talib Kweli( Talib Kweli Greene )
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Funny Money
Lyricist:Talib Kweli Greene, Jr., Otis Jackson
Yeah Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot Ladies, make it hot, girls, make it hot
Mr. International, passport pimpin' City street dweller every asphalt different Hittin' with Jean and The Roots My man Black Thought rippin'
Now a glass goes whistlin', my rap flow's switchin' up Wait, the promoter bitchin', is this asshole trippin'? Why my cash flow missin'? Don't fuck around this is how I make a livin'
Stop, listen, get the guap' My kids can't eat my love for hip-hop This ain't the circus, I don't see no big top So - who ya tryin' to clown your money like Chris Rock Don't make me laugh wit'cha funny money
Yeah, uh, yeah, he, he, he, he, he, eh, yeah, yo
These promoters shady And they good for broken promises Some of them scared of the hood So they only promote the colleges
I'm havin' problems with excuses Especially when it comes to my money And the contract is exclusive
They sell the tickets wit'cha name up in lights an' shit But when it's time to pay they came up with all type of shit Or tried to pay me in marijuana Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The crowd was so thin he blamed Osama
And the Twin Tower bombers In my pocket like a thief and there ain't no honor Livin' all reckless like there ain't no karma You ain't on punishment, I ain't your momma
I just had to expose the truth like Leonardo DaVinci When he paint Madonna
Hey, hey hey, c'mon, uh, whoa
Illegal business control America Illegal immigration, gun control hysteria The war on terror, war on drug, now everybody have vices So we still gettin' higher than gas prices
Yeah we have righteous MC's, ready to infiltrate The system like a disease and bring it right to its knees Who ain't fuckin' with the pay for play, that shit is gay Get down with Blacksmith or get the fuck out the way
E'rything's straight! Just get out from under the table I'm not a pimp runnin' a stable I'm a kid with a vision runnin' a label With the freshest MC's with somethin' to say too
We cuttin' the umbilical cord from the navel Willin' and able to change the game for the better A lot of crews claim they together Then they fall apart and blame it on cheddar
Please, I stay professional in all my endeavor So we about to blow like Parliament in V for Vendetta They try to get you with the funny money
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