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311 - Tribute lyrics
This one is dedicated to the excitable ones Not the possums playing dead messing with my head "X" amount of action, "X" amount of games For years again I tell you the same, ooh, ooh ooo Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo That I'm seein every single night I'm out Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted right back Lip split and, I messed up but I got back tryin' Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment But the fun in the hunt so quit actin' on a front You're unmotivaded, You're sort of faded But the remedy is not so get on with what you got Remember "Lady of Guadelupe" The times my mother made mole After mass we would get home, The girls running to the phone And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player Was "We're in this love together" At the time I never realized how songs haunted The ones that I heard I played because I wanted Drawing on my wall from time to time coolin' Making creatures come alive with no schoolin' When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense I'm comin' in hot forgot, you definitely got no clue I'm comin' in hot you got, you definitely got so rude Boy actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy I tell ya this is a tribute No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones But then again there's no one has as much fun "X" amount of action, "X" amount of games For years again I tell you the same, ooh, ooh ooo Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes He would never bet on a longshot Never bet on a break and He's condescending and talks gossip galore But the dude was definitely such a bore Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying Don't bother lying 'bout constant dissapointment But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front Yeah, unmotivated you're sort faded But the real man is not The one hiding behind the gunshot, boom! Time travelin' through my memory There's a younger doug gazin' at the galaxy Space trippin' vato of the stars Searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars Ode to an alien I know you're out there Cosmic lonely heart tell me if you care I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I wait for the beat and then I make sense I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitely got no clue I'm comin' in hot you got you definitely got so rude Boy actin' coy you got nuts liek Almond Joy I tell ya this is a tribute I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the best Cause fly on by, you can if you want to The method that makes sense is patience |
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