La Di Da
You fake fanning
I hate handing out unreleased shit
I've been running
I need something I can come to peace with
But it's cool 'cause I got great stamina
I got eight cameras
To capture
My schedule is packed and
I don't think I'll make it to the rapture
Sorry God
Bitches got they titties out like Mardi Gras
I'm singing on some La di da, La di da
That shit to make your body rock
It's obvious
Pass it off to Emmitt
Recently, I been living life behind a kick drum
Now I wanna spit some
What you know 'bout this son
What you know 'bout rhythm
Sit down, let me spit and really listen
That's just the tradition
And when you leave you better pay my ass commission
Nah, I ain't sinking not the thing I put my dish in
And y'all niggas fishing
Reel shit
Sob stories, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you deal with
Niggas backstabbing with the knife that I gave to eat they meals with
Niggas heard my flow and tried to steal this
I just wanna feel bliss
In the midst of reminiscing on the days
Did I take the right path, or I'm still missing in the maze
Okay
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
Started wondering, like do I got the voice for this
Of course I does, of course I did try it out
Mothafuckas lining up for finding out
All the way down the streets and out the loop
Whenever I stop by the booth
Why do you
Sing that shit then ask me for advice
I guess it's fine
Like I wouldn't listen to it on my time
And if I'm keeping it a dime
I probably wouldn't even listen at all
Why
When I tell the truth, you got your fist in a ball
You better relax
They need something new and I can be that
I got people praying on they kneecaps saying
"God, why, why, why's it always better when he raps?"
I know my way around this shit
Bitch, I don't read maps
I'm singing like
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
I hate handing out unreleased shit
I've been running
I need something I can come to peace with
But it's cool 'cause I got great stamina
I got eight cameras
To capture
My schedule is packed and
I don't think I'll make it to the rapture
Sorry God
Bitches got they titties out like Mardi Gras
I'm singing on some La di da, La di da
That shit to make your body rock
It's obvious
Pass it off to Emmitt
Recently, I been living life behind a kick drum
Now I wanna spit some
What you know 'bout this son
What you know 'bout rhythm
Sit down, let me spit and really listen
That's just the tradition
And when you leave you better pay my ass commission
Nah, I ain't sinking not the thing I put my dish in
And y'all niggas fishing
Reel shit
Sob stories, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you deal with
Niggas backstabbing with the knife that I gave to eat they meals with
Niggas heard my flow and tried to steal this
I just wanna feel bliss
In the midst of reminiscing on the days
Did I take the right path, or I'm still missing in the maze
Okay
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
Started wondering, like do I got the voice for this
Of course I does, of course I did try it out
Mothafuckas lining up for finding out
All the way down the streets and out the loop
Whenever I stop by the booth
Why do you
Sing that shit then ask me for advice
I guess it's fine
Like I wouldn't listen to it on my time
And if I'm keeping it a dime
I probably wouldn't even listen at all
Why
When I tell the truth, you got your fist in a ball
You better relax
They need something new and I can be that
I got people praying on they kneecaps saying
"God, why, why, why's it always better when he raps?"
I know my way around this shit
Bitch, I don't read maps
I'm singing like
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
La di da, di da, di da
Credits
Writer(s): Emmitt Leacock
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