Yo, what's up Pak-Man?

Yo, I just want you to know one thing.

Where did he get that doe?


We be the Rippers that’ll bring it to Wack Shady //
After we fry you we puff a blunt and then it’s gravy //
And you can keep her ‘cause we don’t care about your lady //
IIIII Gotta Get That Doe! //

Ayo //
There’s only just a handful of rap critics //
That ever had a close encounter with this rap wizard //
You wack rappers can’t rip it //
In other words your lyrics are too primitive //
You need to be more descriptive //
Look at the way I flipped it //
A True Hollywood Story //
I manipulated this miserable music business //
Then I caked off too by going independent //
How much you make an album? About ten cents //
I make about ten cents every sentence //
It’s my third album and I’m working on my tenth Benz //
I don’t brag I keep it modest, I ain’t hot, I’m the hottest //
I’m not being pompous, I went through a process //
I used to be a profit, now I’m eight profits //
You sound like garbage //
One of these days you’re going to end up jobless //
Pushing a shopping cart with the same Crystal bottles //
You was drinking out of when shit was poppin’ //
I seen an episode on VH1 documents //
They talked about your drug addiction and what was behind it //
The bottom line is how much you sold //
No one gives a fuck if you flow //
You Gotta Get That Doe //
I’m tired of niggas talkin’ about it //
But I can’t live without it //
I’m stuck if I ain’t got it so what’s the logic? //
Should I talk about material objects //
And get on some, ‘How you like me now bitch? //
Wearing a shiny outfit? //
*Nah ‘Bis, don’t do that. It’s wrong!*
Yeah, I know, I know //
But no matter what I do I’mma Get That Doe! //
Fo’ sho’! //

If you now where you’re coming from you now where you’re goin’ //
I wouldn’t doubt myself, not even for a moment //
I’m proud of my music ‘cause it’s dope and I wrote it //
‘True Hollywood Stories’ opens in October //
Directed by none other that Canibus Ford Coppola //
There’s no stopping me, my commodity is growin’ //
I’ll fly anywhere on this planet to promote it //
Maybe I should come out with my own line of clothin’ //
I printed up some Canibus shirts and I sold them //
I jump on stage and I prove I’m a showman //
Can-I-Bus is a microphone omen //
I slam it when I’m done and make sure that it’s broken //
The industry’s sick man, I’m already knowin’ //
Never had the luxury to choose, I was chosen //
Where I come from opportunity is golden //
Platinum? I already sold it. No Shit! //

Lyrics submitted by p609

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