Grand Puba - Don't Lie To Me lyrics
[Grand Puba - Don't Lie To Me lyrics]
Uh yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah know the game!
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
Everything was good
We signed up on the dotted line
Bullshit advancement thinkin everything
Was fine
Up in the studio workin every night and day
For some strange reason
The work don't match the pay
Now I'm feelin like a slave, Kunta Kente
The A&R tellin me, what we can't say
Brand Nubian y'all on some different shit B
It's gon' be kinda hard to get y'all on MTV
Yeah
Now we on a roll, promo tryna blow (Uh, huh)
Family can't see 'em
Livin off bullshit pediem
Runnin around the country
Assed-out and half naked
Three niggas splittin a dollar-fifty
Off a record
Listen here yo, this shit here better blow
Cuz we ain't gon' see no paper till
They get back all they dough
From the studio
Photo shoots and dough for clothes
Advancement and shit
And not to mention videos
The way we gon' eat
Then we gotta do these shows
I'ma keep it real witcha
That's how this shit goes
The name of the game is "tough
Luck" if you don't know
I wish somebody woulda schooled me
A long time ago
About the samplin and shit (Uh, huh)
How much those artists get
The mechanicals of royalties and
Publishin and split's
We was happy y'all just being on tour (yeah)
Until we learned the game
Then the attitudes inflamed household names
Pockets didn't match the fame
And at the same time drop
Knowledge for your brain
Before you sit down and sip
The Cris' and celebrate (yeah)
Be sho' fo' sho' nigga that
You got yo' business straight
Cuz once you sign on the
Dotted line it's too late
For the next five years
The recors label got yo' fate
You ain't got to lie to me
Yeah yeah yeah know the game!
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
You ain't got to lie to me
Ain't got to lie to me
Everything was good
We signed up on the dotted line
Bullshit advancement thinkin everything
Was fine
Up in the studio workin every night and day
For some strange reason
The work don't match the pay
Now I'm feelin like a slave, Kunta Kente
The A&R tellin me, what we can't say
Brand Nubian y'all on some different shit B
It's gon' be kinda hard to get y'all on MTV
Yeah
Now we on a roll, promo tryna blow (Uh, huh)
Family can't see 'em
Livin off bullshit pediem
Runnin around the country
Assed-out and half naked
Three niggas splittin a dollar-fifty
Off a record
Listen here yo, this shit here better blow
Cuz we ain't gon' see no paper till
They get back all they dough
From the studio
Photo shoots and dough for clothes
Advancement and shit
And not to mention videos
The way we gon' eat
Then we gotta do these shows
I'ma keep it real witcha
That's how this shit goes
The name of the game is "tough
Luck" if you don't know
I wish somebody woulda schooled me
A long time ago
About the samplin and shit (Uh, huh)
How much those artists get
The mechanicals of royalties and
Publishin and split's
We was happy y'all just being on tour (yeah)
Until we learned the game
Then the attitudes inflamed household names
Pockets didn't match the fame
And at the same time drop
Knowledge for your brain
Before you sit down and sip
The Cris' and celebrate (yeah)
Be sho' fo' sho' nigga that
You got yo' business straight
Cuz once you sign on the
Dotted line it's too late
For the next five years
The recors label got yo' fate
You ain't got to lie to me