Hear Me Songtext
von Jazzyfatnastees
Hear Me Songtext
Intro
And and bass up the track a little bit
Cuz I I′m here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin?
Yeah yeah you know the bizness
Common Sense, soul with the De La
Get all them play-ahs
We the rhyme sayers
Huh, and that′s the bizness, hah
Gonna do it like this
Gettin it that
Like the Chicago streets
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)
Of course it′s much greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
I′m fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter
Cuz even when I′m gone I'm reappearin in the after
I haveta, send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove? you′re so full you can't even move
Cause I′m the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And and bass up the track a little bit
Cuz I I′m here I wanna hear that boom bish boom, knowhatI'msayin?
Yeah yeah you know the bizness
Common Sense, soul with the De La
Get all them play-ahs
We the rhyme sayers
Huh, and that′s the bizness, hah
Gonna do it like this
Gettin it that
Like the Chicago streets
I speak divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts cause I don't inhale lye/lie
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh)
Of course it′s much greater than your Benz or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too complex
Much too complex, EFX/effects be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the chaos
And never, flaunt the coin cuz dime-getters be gazin
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so Amazin
I′m fazin those who're supposed to have the last laughter
Cuz even when I′m gone I'm reappearin in the after
I haveta, send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champagne sippin money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove? you′re so full you can't even move
Cause I′m the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
Writer(s): Scott Storch, Tracey Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com