[Intro]
Yeah
Hey yo this right here is my laptop
E.Cole I rocking the house party
You ready? Let's go
Coming in hot
[Verse]
Open up the lid so I can push the power button down
I gotta boot this shit up, ain't got time to fuck around
Got a brain full of fresh ideas I gotta try 'em
It's a misnomer 'cause ThinkPads can't devise 'em
The station's outfitted with damn heavy artillery
Official business done on my own LAN like Hillary
I'm plugged in like USB cables but these days
We wanna sit idle like screen savers and dream fables
A CPU is all the shit that I need
Rawest motherfucking sound without an MPC
Dipped in the archive to listen to beats from 2003?
No ctrl like I'm missing the key
Now I'm working just to meet the demand over in Hungary
That means I'm gonna need more RAM to keep up with me
I'll murder the tracks and convert 'em to digital weaponry
They charge the PC as accessory, don't test me
[Chorus]
I got songs on my laptop!
(Got songs)
Coming in hot like blacktop
(Coming in hot like)
Rocking the house party
(Hot like hot like)
Laptop loaded like a magazine
We spray bullets (That's a piece!)
[Verse]
Check my CD player I got Pharoahe in the tray
Straight ripping Simon Says like it's the banger of the day
But I got too many songs off Limewire with worms
Now the cooling fans sound like a timed dryer at worst
Oh shit my C: Drive's full I need a bigger D
Storage drive bro I don't mean a bigger peen
Forget the cloud there's too much lag on web servers
Still bumping 64 kbps versions
But even through all that I been spoiled
'Cause calling Tech Support's like chewing on tin foil
I took all of my files and backed 'em up to zip disc
In case I bricked it but that still made me the dipshit
Spitting bars on these beats they start flaming
I'm coming with heat the firewall can't contain it
When the broads heard these songs on my laptop
I said to my dad, "Look at these thongs on my lap, pop!" (Sheesh)
[Chorus]
I got songs on my laptop! (Lap lap)
Gonna need CPR
Burning up CDRs
E.Cole I rocking the house party
Bring your own sheets
Headphone Out to the Aux In
We blast shit (Blast shit)
Need a new screen
Yeah
Hey yo this right here is my laptop
E.Cole I rocking the house party
You ready? Let's go
Coming in hot
[Verse]
Open up the lid so I can push the power button down
I gotta boot this shit up, ain't got time to fuck around
Got a brain full of fresh ideas I gotta try 'em
It's a misnomer 'cause ThinkPads can't devise 'em
The station's outfitted with damn heavy artillery
Official business done on my own LAN like Hillary
I'm plugged in like USB cables but these days
We wanna sit idle like screen savers and dream fables
A CPU is all the shit that I need
Rawest motherfucking sound without an MPC
Dipped in the archive to listen to beats from 2003?
No ctrl like I'm missing the key
Now I'm working just to meet the demand over in Hungary
That means I'm gonna need more RAM to keep up with me
I'll murder the tracks and convert 'em to digital weaponry
They charge the PC as accessory, don't test me
[Chorus]
I got songs on my laptop!
(Got songs)
Coming in hot like blacktop
(Coming in hot like)
Rocking the house party
(Hot like hot like)
Laptop loaded like a magazine
We spray bullets (That's a piece!)
[Verse]
Check my CD player I got Pharoahe in the tray
Straight ripping Simon Says like it's the banger of the day
But I got too many songs off Limewire with worms
Now the cooling fans sound like a timed dryer at worst
Oh shit my C: Drive's full I need a bigger D
Storage drive bro I don't mean a bigger peen
Forget the cloud there's too much lag on web servers
Still bumping 64 kbps versions
But even through all that I been spoiled
'Cause calling Tech Support's like chewing on tin foil
I took all of my files and backed 'em up to zip disc
In case I bricked it but that still made me the dipshit
Spitting bars on these beats they start flaming
I'm coming with heat the firewall can't contain it
When the broads heard these songs on my laptop
I said to my dad, "Look at these thongs on my lap, pop!" (Sheesh)
[Chorus]
I got songs on my laptop! (Lap lap)
Gonna need CPR
Burning up CDRs
E.Cole I rocking the house party
Bring your own sheets
Headphone Out to the Aux In
We blast shit (Blast shit)
Need a new screen
( E.Cole I )
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