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Correct Wanna-Beez Lyrics
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[T-Love] Tired of all these wanna-Beez Get away Plates, nobody knows the name, nobody knows the pain The fame's last on list Can't get paid with mic in the syst' Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole These stories are told, when I was like Ten y-years old, won't be mad if it don't go gold I could gives a fuck Still cut my zit, and gives it all to soul I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke? I'm stronger than straight with no chase Emcees I step to's like a staircase Kick em to the bottom like bass Let that ink sink into your vellum Open up your eyes then I swell em Chorus: T-Love and Chali 2na [T]Ooh, ah.. Ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah [T&2]Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese "Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?" [T]Ooh, ah.. Ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah [T&2]Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G's "Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?" [Chali 2na] Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly But it's a travesty You're sellin millions of records But you a crab emcee Fakin hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees Heh, there's a disease in your lecture Lackin extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck Got ta execute you pile; and boot the file When I shoot the style I'm givin root canals Now which of you punks be amongst me To let the funk free, I keep my composition junk free Consistently, like your monthly Plus I'm scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me - down Kickin freeze in the soundbooth Wanna-Beez, be on they knees to get down Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold Like that Chorus with variations [T-Love] No time's narrowin I don't be flippin with the heroin, like Errol Flynn See I can fly, high up in the sky Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why? Cause Baton Rouge blues, don't compare To Malibu, you, can have anything you choose Yet you all up in this B-Girl's news Tryin to wear shoes All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity To transfix, to culturist You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks But, you can't kick it, why? He's a punk bitch Jockin Wu-Tang, don't know new slang Mad cause you can't hit black pu-tang All B-Boys and Girls will soon see That you are, a, wanna, be Chorus 2X with variations + Chali 2na in last [Chali 2na] Wanna-Beez emcees, they aim to please 2na Fish and T-Love, like that, hah
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