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[Kool Keith] I wanna talk about Hollywood mon, y'know? [Chorus] Everybody's leasin, dey frontin Car payments, dey wantin Everybody's on the phone, dey somethin (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) [Chorus] [Kool Keith] You're not that good on Tech I'ma ask Sway, the Fantastic 4 every day We know the worst rapper If you hear the same records too much, get off the dizzicko You got men that suck the station off A group of men and women that pay for airplay That hit the station off on air day Suck the program director's nuts The right hand is slippery, relationship to DJ If he's cautious, he'll go the other way A West 4th Street connection But payola baby need affection Watch everybody in the music game Letras de cancionesThere's an undercover lover kissin, ask Lena You got the contract, the label not satisfied Everybody flout, spent 9 million to go gold Ask Benny Medina They flop, he flop, you know they got dropped with an option to sign again You jackasses won't never sing a rhyme again Frontin on "That's How I'm Livin," in the mansion Papers on your floor, you break out like Robin You saw the international star, with Miss Givens Straight behind takeout Jamaican posse with mad triggers [Chorus] (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) [Chorus] (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) [uncredited rapper] I come with the clique if you slip get clipped Money be flipped, the dope we ship From Beach Street to Dancehall Make the call, play the mall, we buy it all This O.G. don't respect a suspect You're low-tech, squash you like insect You sniff blow, I count dough A pimp with lamp to glow or grow Get crunk, you won't make it to the trunk I'm all you want, your boy's a punk Popular and Briz, hers and his The kid won't fiz, the kid's a whiz Your career's coma, Tommy Mottola Opiola, can't help you it's over You're dismissed, don't return, hope you learn H-Bomb, 7th Veil, our turn [Chorus] (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) [Chorus] [Kool Keith] He pays for the rotation You pay for the relation Your lyrics weak, the DJ must play The town suffers, the people laugh at your frustration Your vocals need Yugoslavia Your rhyme need a vacation When you rap I flip through the dials 18 million people change the station Since the war, your rap's been depression It's causing cities to suffer Kids buy your whack CD, the families feel inflation A recession like you the best and [Chorus] (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) [Chorus] (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) From Letras Mania