Tony Tone

Uh
My mic sounds nice, check one (woo, woo, woo)
My mic sounds nice, check two (uh-huh, yeah-yeah)
Testing, one, two, one, two
Let's go

Uh, huh, uh, huh
Let's go (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
My mic sounds nice, check one
My mic sounds nice, check two (testing, testing)

Stone, stone when I'm in my zoney-zone
Smokin' on that homegrown
Feeling like I'm all alone
Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (Harlem)
Listenin' to Bone Bone, feelings in my bone bone

I can tell if- I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock the bitch, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
Shut the fuck up

Uh
My mama named me
My papa gave me cock to take a piss with
To fuck ya bitch with
Life is different for me, that's instance
For the type of niggas sprays jizz in some chicks
He wouldn't raise his kids with
That type of twisted sick shit (come on, man)

What you say nigga? Time's out
Let's start over with this conversation
You sound super crazy right now
And I got my two kids listening
I'm just playing
You said what?
I said I'm just playing
Uh-uh, nigga you got me fucked up
Shut the fuck up

I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock the bitch, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
Shut the fuck up

People really think I'm an asshole
I'll say anything (come on)
Truthfully, I just say what I really think
Like I'm too fresh, man (too fresh), to be your underclass man
I would say "suck my dick" but that's sexual harassment
Take that (let's go)

Fuck around and really come through when the Merc' on you (come on)
Who else you know design your stage and do your merch over? (Come on)
And if you're lame, do your verse over (yeah)
I changed the game like I'm Kurt Warner (yeah)
I run the game (keep goin') like I'm Time Warner (yeah)

This ain't no Teen Choice Awards, slime slide on ya (keep goin', yeah)
And make your home for mama fried roasting
And lean and Beams, tomatoes, Mercedes
And keys and grams, just me and Yams

And Stevie rest in peace
Pickin' off the last collard greens
Stress up outta me, now we sellin' out the Colosseum
Urban dynasty
Tell 'em boys who got it locked and got the key
You gotta see behind the scenes of industry (A$AP)

Peep my repertoire, uptown, esplanade
Eleanor, Druham, Nickel goin' too ham
AK, Jackie Rob
East Eleven, 99
Lennox Ave., VLONE, East Side, Wingstone

Stone, stone when I'm in my zoney-zone
Smokin' on that homegrown
Feeling like I'm all alone (yeah)
Used to go to Kingdome (come on)
Rucker Park with Tony Tone (that's right)
Listenin' to Bone Bone, feelings in my bone bone (yeah)

I can tell if- I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? (Ya heard?)

Ayo, we don't give a fuck about none of that shit
This is Harlem, motherfuckers (yeah, yeah)
Fuck you think (uptown nigga)
Mob, A$AP, same gang
Tone Wop
Harlem



Credits
Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Hector Delgado, Isaac Deboni, Michael John Mule, Sean John Combs, Roger John Webb
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