Homeboy Sandman - Give You The World lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman - Give You The World lyrics]
I live in the real world
Rappers for real, I know they whole spiel:
They working for Spielberg
Sell them the real herd
These people are real herbs
Please stop trying to look tough:
Tough doesn't have a look
Tough people know that
If you don't know that
Then you must be shook
But being shook does not have to last, kid
Acknowledge it and work on it
So you can get past it
This for the halfwit's
Who ask me what I think
About somebody getting signed
Who even ask me a third time
And realize I was ignoring them
After the second time
"Yo, Sand! Ya doin' ya thing!"
"Thanks! That means you think
My music is dope, right?"
"Well, I ain't heard it
But I seen ya in a magazine!"
"You're an idiot"
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
My home-girl always complaining how
Her head hurting
I think it's all the social networking
I mean the antisocial networking
I mean the antisocial not networking
I can't call it, I literally can't doubt
Give people inches, and they want miles
So now they got the mile they done worked out
These cats don't even walk round
Me, I'm not the one to give length
Lessons in good faith
That's the only way until my
Plural a good grace you're saying he rap
But none of his interior wood grain
Those be the cats that tried to make
Me 'shamed of my good grades
But, I'm in a good place hell of a good day
I told you and Gallo for
Mellow was a good trade (Ayy)
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
You ever seen a real world panty
Raider pay for a lap dance? Fat chance
It's all fun and games when
They making it clap, man
Until they give you the clap:
These are the facts, man
Or these are the facts, ma'am
Be the same low standards I can't stand
Why the jakes so fat
Come to break up the fat jam?
I guess that they looked up to
Both Jake and the Fatman
I used to wanna see Mayweather vs pac-Man
But grew tired of that scam
I used to get stoned with rebels in badlands
But left my stone days, peace
Pebbles and Bam-Bam the era of Hanna-Barbera
I became appalled
Not having the balls to meet the pall bearer
And I, started with the man in the mirror
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Rappers for real, I know they whole spiel:
They working for Spielberg
Sell them the real herd
These people are real herbs
Please stop trying to look tough:
Tough doesn't have a look
Tough people know that
If you don't know that
Then you must be shook
But being shook does not have to last, kid
Acknowledge it and work on it
So you can get past it
This for the halfwit's
Who ask me what I think
About somebody getting signed
Who even ask me a third time
And realize I was ignoring them
After the second time
"Yo, Sand! Ya doin' ya thing!"
"Thanks! That means you think
My music is dope, right?"
"Well, I ain't heard it
But I seen ya in a magazine!"
"You're an idiot"
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
My home-girl always complaining how
Her head hurting
I think it's all the social networking
I mean the antisocial networking
I mean the antisocial not networking
I can't call it, I literally can't doubt
Give people inches, and they want miles
So now they got the mile they done worked out
These cats don't even walk round
Me, I'm not the one to give length
Lessons in good faith
That's the only way until my
Plural a good grace you're saying he rap
But none of his interior wood grain
Those be the cats that tried to make
Me 'shamed of my good grades
But, I'm in a good place hell of a good day
I told you and Gallo for
Mellow was a good trade (Ayy)
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
You ever seen a real world panty
Raider pay for a lap dance? Fat chance
It's all fun and games when
They making it clap, man
Until they give you the clap:
These are the facts, man
Or these are the facts, ma'am
Be the same low standards I can't stand
Why the jakes so fat
Come to break up the fat jam?
I guess that they looked up to
Both Jake and the Fatman
I used to wanna see Mayweather vs pac-Man
But grew tired of that scam
I used to get stoned with rebels in badlands
But left my stone days, peace
Pebbles and Bam-Bam the era of Hanna-Barbera
I became appalled
Not having the balls to meet the pall bearer
And I, started with the man in the mirror
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world
Yo, yo interference don't give you the world
Give you the world