The Promotion
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[Intro]
I don’t have to tell you things are bad, everybody knows things are bad. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter, punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere that seems to know what to do and theres no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. We sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad, worse than bad, they’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house and slowly the world we’re living in is smaller and all we say is “please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms, let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel belted radios and I won't say anything, just leave us alone." Well I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad!
I don’t want you to protest, I don’t want you to riot, I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad! You’ve got to say “I’m a human being god damnit! My life has value!”
Lights out! Yea
I think they want that real shit Eric G
[Verse 1]
‘Ey look, I ain’t got no rock in my sock or no grill in my mouth
But when he talk, he still shine, bought more blinds for the house
Grand slam, Denny's my lucky penny still in the couch
Monster left from underneath the bed but ghost still in my house
Wrapped tight like a boa constrictor killin’ a mouse
Give a fuck about your feelin’s, fuck nigga, feelings is out
Who the fuck can hang with 'Q, I make it hard to name a few
Kick it like a kangaroo and got most stealin’ my pouch
I’m wylin’, straight tripping like stomachs and malt liquor
Tell me she brought weed, I thankfully brought swishas
Miss Marley Malibu, my barbie a doll flipper
Thick thighs, bite size I call her my small snicker
Hit the back room, now they on my tip like bartenders
Came in a tfive, left at one I feel like Don Richards, huh
Tryna keep up, life is but a sweet drug
All you niggas do is bite, rappin’ on a flea rug
The world’s a big place, I’m just tryna see most of it
30 on a jet ski, 40 makin’ the ocean twitch
I draw attention like every line I open with
I’m just tryna double up without looking at Olsen clips
Rated Oakland, fuck you bitch, nigga I’m promotin’ this
You ain’t think I was sick, you gon’ get a dose of this
They lyin’, they ain’t comin’ close to this
And for the haters I’mma do the most with this
[Interlude 1]
It ain’t too much talking goin on huh?
Ain’t talkin as much Millions
Clown ass niggas, still poppin’ on ‘em
[Hook]
Rated Oakland, fuck you bitch, nigga I’m promotin’ this
You ain’t think I was sick, you gon’ get a dose of this
They lyin’, they ain’t comin’ close to this
And for the haters, I’mma do the most with this
Rated Oakland, fuck you bitch, nigga I’m promotin’ this (x4)
[Verse 2]
It’s a couple people that’s probly gon’ hate me
But more that’s gon’ love me
Snappin’ on some shit like my godson, crappin’ in huggies
Oh my god son, as soon as I get it crackin’ it’s ugly
Flow killed them, that’s what’s happened, that why my napkin is bloody
Go figure, how this nigga just tight as wrappin’ a mummie
Hoes runnin’ like Pitino with a trap in Kentucky
Man I’m cool as models in Colorado sippin’ a slushie
Bounced out like a dead ball floor seaters can touch me
More shots, I’m just duckin’ like Plucky
Mind packed like a party in heaven thrown above me
If you love me you should let me know, heard life kinda short
‘86 delivered to my parents by the flyest stork
Gettin' up like aisle seats, they ain’t on my style Reese
These rappers a piece of candy I’m thinkin’ like “how sweet”
The talkin’ they was talkin’ gettin’ quiet
I’m calm but inside of my head is a riot
Whatchu sellin, I don’t buy it, not even on sale though
Every time she come around I leave her like a whale show
I told you no one even close to this
And for the haters, wait let me quote this shit
Rated Oakland, fuck you bitch, nigga I’m promotin’ this
You ain’t think I was sick, you gon’ get a dose of this
They lyin’, they ain’t comin’ close to this
And for the haters I’mma do the most with this
[Interlude 2]
We just doin’ what we do mane
Town shit, 5-1-0, still poppin’ on ‘em
[Hook]
[Outro]
‘Ey, Millions, niggas was talkin’ too much right that’s all they do
Niggas dont’ really do shit, they just talk
Look at us though, ha ha
Eric G what’s happenin, you know, wylin’ and shit
You know why?
I’m probly cooler than I need to be, nigga
Yea, I’m probly cooler than I need to be, nigga
Straight up, yea
I’m probly cooler than I need to be
Yea, one more time man
Eric G, right
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