Stupid Producers

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Stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
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“Yo //
What’s up my main man? //
What’s your name? //
I heard you got beats //
Yea, I hear what you’re saying, but are they flames? //
You got a card or something? //
Put your number on this CD, I’ll give you a call or something //
How long you in town? //
Where you staying at now? //
Who’s your manager? Him over there? //
The nigga with the South Pole sweat suit and permed hair? //
Listen, don’t even trip //
I just want some beats to finish my shit //
I’m looking for some hard shit //
Yea, like some Beat Brokers or Mark Sparks shit //
Huh? Play what? //
Hold up, lay what? //
Yo relax my main man, I’ma call you, peace” //
I got back to the crib, popped in the CD //
And turned it up loud to see if he had some real beats //
I heard something I felt, I hit the nigga on the cell //
To see if it was for sell //
“Yo, can I speak to DJ //
Yo, I’m feeling tracks two and six //
Whatever, bottom line, you give me the tracks, I give you the cheddar //
We can do it around ten PM //
In the studio off of [___A___]” //
At that point, I didn’t even feel like answering him //
Stupid ass mother fucking producer got me real upset //
And I even got to work with him yet //
I showed up at ten thirty so I was already late //
He showed up and forgot to bring his own D.A.T. tapes //
He shook my hand, with both of his hands //
And told me he could play it over again, with both of his friends //
Yo, as long as I get tracks two and six //
I don’t give a fuck who really produced this shit, just do this shit //
“When I get back, I want it laid //
Yea, you gonna get paid //
I’ma leave, jump in the car, speed, go to my mans //
Get some trees, get something to eat, and I’ll be back by three” //
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These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
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“Hold up, five hours later, you ain’t laid nothing? //
Not one piece of percussion? You mean to tell me you ain’t press one button? //
You think this is mother fucking pre-production or something? //
You know we ain’t got a budget, who told you to order lunch bitch? //
You know what? Fuck it. I don’t even want it no more //
‘Cause the track you selling me probably ain’t even yours” //
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These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
These stupid producers //
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Yo, yo //
Ayo Rip, mother fucker //