Marc E. Bassy - Hey lyrics

B-B-B-B-Bassy

Kick it back in the house in pajamas
Watching the Obamas talk about my problems
(And I)
I smoke the best shit grown by my partners
Didn't graduate with honors
So they turning into farmers ha
The ghetto, the Met, the open meadow
Lok at Santa Rosa, Petaluma, Sacramento
Flood gates is open, man shout out to the NO
Didn't know the alphabet, but I was elemental
She be my tonight show, put it on Leno
I put the instrumental in
I'm about to let go
Knock knock, let 'em in, backstage limo
All black everything, basecoat window

Hope I get the fine, fine, dine
Dine one time i'm awesome
Yeah hope I get the fine, fine, dine
Dine one time i'm awesome
Yeah

Sittin' back on the couch smoking ganja
If I wasn't doing this
I'd probably be an author
If I went to school, man
I could've been a scholar
But I didn't do shit and now
I'm the one to falter
I like the Ye song where Nicki was a monster
I wanna get the money
But i gotta get the honor
If you gotta dollar
Karen that's my sister and my mama
If you got a lot of bitches
Then you got a lot of drama
Doing tricks on the dinner table, Benihana
I'm going for it all on the call mañana
If I had a band fool, maybe get a handful
Put a gold chain on a marble mantle
Live by the pan 'til
They smoke fresh handfuls
Record fresh raps over old school samples

One from me slap, we don't fist pump
We dap, we don't fist bump
I snap if a beat got the right rhythm
White girls coming in without
A white children
The neighborhood looks different than
It used to you used to have to watch your
Back and eat cheap mushu
Now the food truck serves gourmet dim sum
The crime rate dropped but I
Feel like it's missing something
And I came to Brooklyn for the culture
They say the scene died so
I feel like a vulture
I'm from Frisco where they say the same thing
But I'm up for whatever and I'm outta here