[1 verse: Deala]
People who make the shows
They are just stupid assholes
Should get fucked near the poles
'Cuz they are in the lowest thresholds
I neva watch the damn TV
I just act like a real G
Dat means without fuckin' TV
'Cuz tha real life is me
So, what do they do there with their muthafuckin' crew?
Trynna attract you
Amount of them is not few
Get outta the damn tar
Get drunk too much in the bar
Each of them like a porn star on the muthafuckin' shore
It's like a pain when you watch
But f'real have never get a scorch
When they hold on a porch the muthafuckin' torch
Bustas are too lean and gonna win
Even if they have to seem to be so dim
I would throw dat TV away into the dark bay
But it's money n D-E-A-L-A got somethin' to say
Me n my homie gotta wreck this muthafuckin' track
'Cuz those shows are too wack n dat's da real fact
[Hook]
So, what they show?
Nuthin' only for the dough
Better go toe to toe with a muthafuckin' po-po
'Cuz you wanted to blast
But f'real you have messed
With a fuckin' school test
And now yo' ass gotta rest
[2 verse: L.C.T]
Mogbona feli, feli
You can ask makaveli
I'm now shown on his telly
Not like other TV show
That makes the mind low
Orientation going slow
Emotions, situation, sensitization
Weighing people down from the TV show
Let me take you for a ride, no be pride
'Cuz on the TV show
All they do is to generate Dow
The more the inflow
The more they demoralize souls
They trample on people by the word that they spit
And the act that they pull
They go ponder
They ma wonder
How a West African boy came to conquer
From Nigezzy to Califoooornian
Real brother, intercontinental favorite boy L.C.T
[3 verse: Deala]
They allegedly train on the real hard rain
To get a stunnin' fame, ya know what I'm sayin'
F'real they do nuthin'
Only try to advert somethin'
They must be bumpin' on the real men who are stompin'
Fo' what they do that?
To play the muthafuckin' roulette
Must get the kicks to the head
Or get busted a cap with a strap
I appreciate that they work
But each of them is jerk
And nuthin' only like a bird
Can get hit by the damn nerd
Chillin' on the beach
Wanna get rich makin' the total shit
But must go on the pitch
The same as a farm
The ground will be yo' charm
If you want to run, it'll be a fuckin' alarm
Watch TV once a week
Make it so quick
Don't like to mess with dat shit
I'd rather make a phat hit
If bustas gonna rent
But they can't
It's about the end
Don't try to pretend
That you are g
Bein' on the muthafuckin' sea
You know what's gotta be
So, fuck the damn TV
[Hook]
[Outro: Deala]
It's a rhetorical question
Yo' ass duzn't have to give an answer
It was a real phat track 'bout modern pussy-ass stylish muthafuckas who can do nuthin' except fo' makin' the total shit fo' the total dickheads
People who make the shows
They are just stupid assholes
Should get fucked near the poles
'Cuz they are in the lowest thresholds
I neva watch the damn TV
I just act like a real G
Dat means without fuckin' TV
'Cuz tha real life is me
So, what do they do there with their muthafuckin' crew?
Trynna attract you
Amount of them is not few
Get outta the damn tar
Get drunk too much in the bar
Each of them like a porn star on the muthafuckin' shore
It's like a pain when you watch
But f'real have never get a scorch
When they hold on a porch the muthafuckin' torch
Bustas are too lean and gonna win
Even if they have to seem to be so dim
I would throw dat TV away into the dark bay
But it's money n D-E-A-L-A got somethin' to say
Me n my homie gotta wreck this muthafuckin' track
'Cuz those shows are too wack n dat's da real fact
[Hook]
So, what they show?
Nuthin' only for the dough
Better go toe to toe with a muthafuckin' po-po
'Cuz you wanted to blast
But f'real you have messed
With a fuckin' school test
And now yo' ass gotta rest
[2 verse: L.C.T]
Mogbona feli, feli
You can ask makaveli
I'm now shown on his telly
Not like other TV show
That makes the mind low
Orientation going slow
Emotions, situation, sensitization
Weighing people down from the TV show
Let me take you for a ride, no be pride
'Cuz on the TV show
All they do is to generate Dow
The more the inflow
The more they demoralize souls
They trample on people by the word that they spit
And the act that they pull
They go ponder
They ma wonder
How a West African boy came to conquer
From Nigezzy to Califoooornian
Real brother, intercontinental favorite boy L.C.T
[3 verse: Deala]
They allegedly train on the real hard rain
To get a stunnin' fame, ya know what I'm sayin'
F'real they do nuthin'
Only try to advert somethin'
They must be bumpin' on the real men who are stompin'
Fo' what they do that?
To play the muthafuckin' roulette
Must get the kicks to the head
Or get busted a cap with a strap
I appreciate that they work
But each of them is jerk
And nuthin' only like a bird
Can get hit by the damn nerd
Chillin' on the beach
Wanna get rich makin' the total shit
But must go on the pitch
The same as a farm
The ground will be yo' charm
If you want to run, it'll be a fuckin' alarm
Watch TV once a week
Make it so quick
Don't like to mess with dat shit
I'd rather make a phat hit
If bustas gonna rent
But they can't
It's about the end
Don't try to pretend
That you are g
Bein' on the muthafuckin' sea
You know what's gotta be
So, fuck the damn TV
[Hook]
[Outro: Deala]
It's a rhetorical question
Yo' ass duzn't have to give an answer
It was a real phat track 'bout modern pussy-ass stylish muthafuckas who can do nuthin' except fo' makin' the total shit fo' the total dickheads
( Deala )
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