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Rap Promoter Lyrics

from The Low End Theory

"Rap Promoter" is track #3 on the album The Low End Theory. It was written by Fareed, Kamaal Ibn John / Jones-muhammad, Ali Shaheed / Taylor, Malik Izaak.
"Rap Promoter" is track #3 on the album The Low End Theory. It was written by Fareed, Kamaal Ibn John / Jones-muhammad, Ali Shaheed / Taylor, Malik Izaak.

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It's a fly love song

To the effect of nothing, effective fronting
Is what I don't allow so let me tell you something
I am a bon-a-fide
Not too modest and not a lot of pride

Soon to have a ride and a home to reside
If my momma is sick I'm by her beside
Used to watch the show on channel 4 called Riptide
Wash my wears in-Tide cause it's too damn cold out-Tide
That's how the running's go
If there ain't no dough, then there ain't no show
So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass)
To the Chemical Bank, and get my cash

If you want to see the people scream and laugh
You best Quest you ask the Quest you ask real fast
Cause I don't want to see em, start buckin'
Throwin' chairs in the air while you be duckin'
What what? Don't step to me with that
If you promotin' the show make sure it ain't wack

Or else I'm leaving (let me tell you)
I'm leaving (let me tell you)
I'm leaving (let me tell you)
Your wack show

Yo man whats up with that?
Yo don't sweat me
C'mon, five hundred, that was the deal
C'mon man, don't try to play me out
We don't need you, sorry!
You know you need me

And the Abstract rapper says

I want chicken, and orange juice, dat what's on my rider?
And my occasional potato by Oreida
Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty
I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty
See I'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto
Took a few shorts before
Now the only ones I take are the ones that I wear
Ain't takin' no shorts no more, now

Please act proper 'fore I call the Crime Stoppers
Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no
Make sure you count your money real slow
Be alert, look alive, and act like ya know
It's, the 90's, time to make moves
Not, the 80's, do away with cha womb
So what? You got a crew
I got one too, they're called the Brooklyn Zoo

Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool
We don't have to act like we in grade school
Just make sure that we're taken care of
And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out

Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy
Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy
Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy
Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-diggy-diggy

Songwriters
FAREED, KAMAAL IBN JOHN / JONES-MUHAMMAD, ALI SHAHEED / TAYLOR, MALIK IZAAK

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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