I-tunes Song
If you like to visit I-tunes
I invite you to try my tunes
I'll entice you
I'll excite you
I'll ignite you
I'll incite you
I'm just like you
You're just like me
You not liking me's unlikely
So I'm asking you politely
Buy my mp3s or bite me
Boy Sand is now on I-Tunes
I don't only write ryhmes, I write haikus
First album, hotter than Beirut and it's just a prelude
I don't play fool my dude, I pay dues
Selling my tunes to you is how I choose to pay for food
So pull out your pesos and pay soon
Join the movement, it's all for one like April Fools
Think about that last line
I'm good for making hits like national pastimes
If you don't think that Boy Sandman is mad nice you don't care about the advancement of mankind
People always ask man "how you come off?"
"And how could Jimmy crack corn? Corn is mad soft."
I tell em buy the I-tunes, very low cost
Then maybe we'll talk
So . . .
, download the software
Click on the icon, it'll be right there
It's not too pricey, it's like breathing a breathe of fresh air
Find where it say "buy now" and press there
You'll find my cd's so manly you'll grow some chest hair
You know how some movies are "must sees"
Well here's a "must hear"
The beat goes on
Boy De La Croix move you back and forth like Ponce De Leon
If you've had enough of these rancid rogue's
Flacid flows
Better get you're seatbelt fastened bro
With the exception of my Reebok Classics this is not a fashion show
So kill your racket like McEnroe
Thundercats, thundercats, thundercats
HOOOOO!
I don't fuck wit emcees unless they sound unique
'Cause anybody can repeat, even parakeets
Run up on your malady with the panacea
Roll up on you like the Pirates of the Caribbean
All up in your cavity, very cavalier
Drop a seed like Captain Planet and the Planeteers
Chicks become a fan of me and get a fatter rear
Like every Russian family's got a Vladimir
Hungry Bros got beats for days
And a raise the black fist, even though it's really beige
Deep's chick got more kicks than the Crazy 88s
That's what Fresh said the other day
I don't fret
I be unafraid, unphased, hoppin in the fray
In the middle of the malay never screaming mayday
I'm in the middle of my heyday
When I'm on my A-game, it's like the middle of a hurricane
Except there ain't no hey bay bay
Lately pretty ladies
Line up at the main gate just to obey me
Instead of just saying hey they wanna stay late
They want the mayonaisse
Array of profane phrases in my mainframe
So many irate tirades within my right brain
So set aside your fool stereotypes
Your rules don't apply to me
I invite you to try my tunes
I'll entice you
I'll excite you
I'll ignite you
I'll incite you
I'm just like you
You're just like me
You not liking me's unlikely
So I'm asking you politely
Buy my mp3s or bite me
Boy Sand is now on I-Tunes
I don't only write ryhmes, I write haikus
First album, hotter than Beirut and it's just a prelude
I don't play fool my dude, I pay dues
Selling my tunes to you is how I choose to pay for food
So pull out your pesos and pay soon
Join the movement, it's all for one like April Fools
Think about that last line
I'm good for making hits like national pastimes
If you don't think that Boy Sandman is mad nice you don't care about the advancement of mankind
People always ask man "how you come off?"
"And how could Jimmy crack corn? Corn is mad soft."
I tell em buy the I-tunes, very low cost
Then maybe we'll talk
So . . .
, download the software
Click on the icon, it'll be right there
It's not too pricey, it's like breathing a breathe of fresh air
Find where it say "buy now" and press there
You'll find my cd's so manly you'll grow some chest hair
You know how some movies are "must sees"
Well here's a "must hear"
The beat goes on
Boy De La Croix move you back and forth like Ponce De Leon
If you've had enough of these rancid rogue's
Flacid flows
Better get you're seatbelt fastened bro
With the exception of my Reebok Classics this is not a fashion show
So kill your racket like McEnroe
Thundercats, thundercats, thundercats
HOOOOO!
I don't fuck wit emcees unless they sound unique
'Cause anybody can repeat, even parakeets
Run up on your malady with the panacea
Roll up on you like the Pirates of the Caribbean
All up in your cavity, very cavalier
Drop a seed like Captain Planet and the Planeteers
Chicks become a fan of me and get a fatter rear
Like every Russian family's got a Vladimir
Hungry Bros got beats for days
And a raise the black fist, even though it's really beige
Deep's chick got more kicks than the Crazy 88s
That's what Fresh said the other day
I don't fret
I be unafraid, unphased, hoppin in the fray
In the middle of the malay never screaming mayday
I'm in the middle of my heyday
When I'm on my A-game, it's like the middle of a hurricane
Except there ain't no hey bay bay
Lately pretty ladies
Line up at the main gate just to obey me
Instead of just saying hey they wanna stay late
They want the mayonaisse
Array of profane phrases in my mainframe
So many irate tirades within my right brain
So set aside your fool stereotypes
Your rules don't apply to me
Credits
Writer(s): Angel Del Villar, Robert Maldonado
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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