E-Dubble - Don't Like My Music lyrics
[E-Dubble - Don't Like My Music lyrics]
Uh, she don't like my beats
Never kick a freestyle when we in the sheets
Cause she thinks Hip-Hop is dead
But she gets a pass because the
Ass and the tip-top head
Baby girl follows trends like it makes sense
Reading Us Magazine and caring 'bout
Celebrities and fake shit
I try to shake it out of her on occasion
But even on vacation she's
Talking to fake friends
Tweeting 'bout Paris Hilton is her BFF
Little lady, that is S-A-D
And I don't ask what she got on the SAT's
Cause, I am guessing it was B-A-D
And that's how I speak when I
Don't want her to comprehend
While I'm talking to some grown-up folk
And yeah, it's kinda sad how it is
But I learned to cope
With my girl not knowing I'm dope, shit
My baby girl don't like my music
But I don't mind (Hey)
Never at my show, never bought a record
But that's just fine (Ho)
And I don't need no criticism from
Someone who just don't listen (Hey)
And she's got me thinking about the
Ladies who like my lines
Yeah, pissed off every time we peel off
In the '96 Honda Accord, baby I'm in the car
What the hell you putting on
That Lady Gaga for?
I'm a connoisseur and listening to
That is a chore
Put the Kid Cudi version on or stop the car
I can walk from here baby, it's not to far
I got my iPhone and my ear buds
So if you want to conversate, text me
Cause I need ear plugs
You think it's immature the way
That I handle it
But, I think that your taste
In pop music is scandalous
Downright amateur, common denominator
Skipped the ROOTS to play Britney
And now I'm a hater?
That's some whack-ass shit, baby doll
And this time
I think we finally hit the last straw
Packed my things up and now
I'm headed back home
Fucked, I can't believe I'm wasting
Time on this song
Yeah, three weeks have passed
And I miss the ass
But, I'm writing more than ever
Got the gift of gab back
Ten tracks in the bag, I've got mad raps
I wanna see some checks from
The people at ASCAP
Meanwhile, I'm looking for a replacement
Someone with a little culture
I ain't being complacent
No wool over eyes, life's full of surprises
At our last show
I finally saw a chick with some style
Even looks good with no Maybelline
Woke up next to me
Thought it happened in a dream
Shorty seemed like she might be perfect
Losing my old lady might have
Just been worth it
Over brunch, share a pleasant conversation
'til I realized the lady
Didn't like my occupation
Didn't even show up for the music
She was only there to help
A dumb friend get stupid, shit!
Never kick a freestyle when we in the sheets
Cause she thinks Hip-Hop is dead
But she gets a pass because the
Ass and the tip-top head
Baby girl follows trends like it makes sense
Reading Us Magazine and caring 'bout
Celebrities and fake shit
I try to shake it out of her on occasion
But even on vacation she's
Talking to fake friends
Tweeting 'bout Paris Hilton is her BFF
Little lady, that is S-A-D
And I don't ask what she got on the SAT's
Cause, I am guessing it was B-A-D
And that's how I speak when I
Don't want her to comprehend
While I'm talking to some grown-up folk
And yeah, it's kinda sad how it is
But I learned to cope
With my girl not knowing I'm dope, shit
My baby girl don't like my music
But I don't mind (Hey)
Never at my show, never bought a record
But that's just fine (Ho)
And I don't need no criticism from
Someone who just don't listen (Hey)
And she's got me thinking about the
Ladies who like my lines
Yeah, pissed off every time we peel off
In the '96 Honda Accord, baby I'm in the car
What the hell you putting on
That Lady Gaga for?
I'm a connoisseur and listening to
That is a chore
Put the Kid Cudi version on or stop the car
I can walk from here baby, it's not to far
I got my iPhone and my ear buds
So if you want to conversate, text me
Cause I need ear plugs
You think it's immature the way
That I handle it
But, I think that your taste
In pop music is scandalous
Downright amateur, common denominator
Skipped the ROOTS to play Britney
And now I'm a hater?
That's some whack-ass shit, baby doll
And this time
I think we finally hit the last straw
Packed my things up and now
I'm headed back home
Fucked, I can't believe I'm wasting
Time on this song
Yeah, three weeks have passed
And I miss the ass
But, I'm writing more than ever
Got the gift of gab back
Ten tracks in the bag, I've got mad raps
I wanna see some checks from
The people at ASCAP
Meanwhile, I'm looking for a replacement
Someone with a little culture
I ain't being complacent
No wool over eyes, life's full of surprises
At our last show
I finally saw a chick with some style
Even looks good with no Maybelline
Woke up next to me
Thought it happened in a dream
Shorty seemed like she might be perfect
Losing my old lady might have
Just been worth it
Over brunch, share a pleasant conversation
'til I realized the lady
Didn't like my occupation
Didn't even show up for the music
She was only there to help
A dumb friend get stupid, shit!