[Verse 1: Que]
You see I'm gangsta
But thats obvious
Never sold cocaine or crack, not even some mid
Lungs fresh, I don't even smoke a little bit
But that ain't the type of music that you'll want to hear
Might shed a tear, but I never killed a man
It ain't a Lambo or Maserati I'm riding in
Shoot! The only gun I own is a SuperSoaker
But violence seems to be the only thing you'll understand
Maybe I'll never be a star
Cause really, I'm no robber, ain't riding no foriegn car
Ain't buying out any bars
And ain't braking any laws
But doing whats right just ain't appealing to you'll
I guess that why they call me conscience
Cause I spit that real life instead of that nonsense
'Rapping like this will never get me green like the Jets'
That thought got me feeling bluer than the New York Giants
Like maybe if I start rappin' about , I might get off the bench and get some action
So, I'll just ass, pussy, slut, ho, bitch
Fuck, damn, shit
A couple of times and lets see what happens
[Hook]
[Verse: Que]
They say, "Que, spit something more commercial
Or the only time you'll be a star is when it's on commercial."
They say, "It's that simple. Just spit a couple lines
About having sex with dimes
And smoking a little purple
Come on! It won't hurt you."
That's just how it is
If a girl can dance to it, then you just might make it big
The industry ain't about music, It's about bringing in them chips
As long as you make a dollar, then the labels loving it
Cause that underground sound radio don't play
Made it out of slavery, but chains still in my brain
The white man ain't got to do a GOD DANG thing
We whip ourselves with the violence and our desire for change
And I ain't talking about Obama, I'm talking about the cash
We chase like we playing tag
Foolish desires we have
Got us back tracking, and the radio don't help
It play that high fructose, It's bad for your health
Yea, They want that dope, Huh
They want that dope ISH
They want that robbing and drug dealing music
They want to hear about robbing and shootin'
Ignorance is everywhere its hard to be elusive
Guess I'll just please the masses, still try to be real
Make it sound ignorant and still speak how I feel
Make something you can play while you get high
They want that dope shit, well alright