Greenhouse - Columbus or Bust lyrics
[Greenhouse - Columbus or Bust lyrics]
Keep it movin' weightless keep it
Live columbus, Ohio don't stop, don't stop
Campus legends ohio State keep it
Movin' to all the Buckeyes
Printmatic like this
I can't believe the weak rhymes
I see get credit sounds like some of my shit
Before I make edit's
Fuck makin' it off of idiots
That don't get it
And writers who don't understand my life
And how I live it if I said it, I meant it
Unless I've been drinkin' and I'm
Talkin' to a chicken
But even then I don't act different
Because I don't gotta tell lies to
Have her let me hit it you know the lo-cal
South Phil resident
My people pump crack right in
Front of their parents
A lot of fake dudes died
Tryin' to be real niggas
I don't have to rap about the
Streets cause it's a given
My people said, "Al
You gotta stay off the block
Cause you get good grades and
Your jumper is hot" so I did the knowledge
Went to college
Got a job and then quit that shit
Now I'm back to where I started
Be careful bout what you copy off television
You might C Walk your way
Into an ass whippin'
Out here it's just fashion
It's real out west
You can wear black and white
When you laid to rest
I'm from the O state, no pro football teams
The only thing we only hate is The Wolverines
Shit for them?
Get slapped and you won't do a thing
But mumble under your breath and
Look at me mean you punk bitch
Whatever happened to motherfuckers gettin'
Booed off stage man?
Throwin'-throwin' like, tomatoes at cats
We gotta bring it back to them days
We gonna try to come up as the new New York
On some ole' Apollo shit and if you wack
And you on stage you gettin' yanked off
Mic cords is gettin' unplugged and all
Of that two thousand and live
Uh ha see, inside I hear a voice
Tellin' me to stay patient and stand strong
You're destined for greatness but sometimes
It's so hard to take it
I feel like Ruben Studdard in a
World full of Clay Atkins
My heroes started out on some real shit
Got they feet in the door then switched it
But tellin' me to switch it
Up to make riches?
That's like askin' Picasso to
Paint stick figures see
I don't care about rap that much
And in general i think most of it sucks
But at least I can do the
Type of music I want
Because I'm always bein' me
I don't gotta front what?
To many guys guys are
Preoccupied with soundsscan but me
I'm worried about my soundman
And how he got my beats soundin'
We need a lot more bass so it's poundin'
Slap you in your bumbarasta my comp got nada
Even my interviews are hotta
I? man is headed
Cause he told me to drop science
So I had to dead it
Now I drop English and math until you get it
My B-sides and guest appearances
Are extra credit
I even teach at night for no extra fee
Shit, you paid for the lesson
The delivery is free
Live columbus, Ohio don't stop, don't stop
Campus legends ohio State keep it
Movin' to all the Buckeyes
Printmatic like this
I can't believe the weak rhymes
I see get credit sounds like some of my shit
Before I make edit's
Fuck makin' it off of idiots
That don't get it
And writers who don't understand my life
And how I live it if I said it, I meant it
Unless I've been drinkin' and I'm
Talkin' to a chicken
But even then I don't act different
Because I don't gotta tell lies to
Have her let me hit it you know the lo-cal
South Phil resident
My people pump crack right in
Front of their parents
A lot of fake dudes died
Tryin' to be real niggas
I don't have to rap about the
Streets cause it's a given
My people said, "Al
You gotta stay off the block
Cause you get good grades and
Your jumper is hot" so I did the knowledge
Went to college
Got a job and then quit that shit
Now I'm back to where I started
Be careful bout what you copy off television
You might C Walk your way
Into an ass whippin'
Out here it's just fashion
It's real out west
You can wear black and white
When you laid to rest
I'm from the O state, no pro football teams
The only thing we only hate is The Wolverines
Shit for them?
Get slapped and you won't do a thing
But mumble under your breath and
Look at me mean you punk bitch
Whatever happened to motherfuckers gettin'
Booed off stage man?
Throwin'-throwin' like, tomatoes at cats
We gotta bring it back to them days
We gonna try to come up as the new New York
On some ole' Apollo shit and if you wack
And you on stage you gettin' yanked off
Mic cords is gettin' unplugged and all
Of that two thousand and live
Uh ha see, inside I hear a voice
Tellin' me to stay patient and stand strong
You're destined for greatness but sometimes
It's so hard to take it
I feel like Ruben Studdard in a
World full of Clay Atkins
My heroes started out on some real shit
Got they feet in the door then switched it
But tellin' me to switch it
Up to make riches?
That's like askin' Picasso to
Paint stick figures see
I don't care about rap that much
And in general i think most of it sucks
But at least I can do the
Type of music I want
Because I'm always bein' me
I don't gotta front what?
To many guys guys are
Preoccupied with soundsscan but me
I'm worried about my soundman
And how he got my beats soundin'
We need a lot more bass so it's poundin'
Slap you in your bumbarasta my comp got nada
Even my interviews are hotta
I? man is headed
Cause he told me to drop science
So I had to dead it
Now I drop English and math until you get it
My B-sides and guest appearances
Are extra credit
I even teach at night for no extra fee
Shit, you paid for the lesson
The delivery is free