Sound Providers, Little Brother - Braggin' & Boastin' lyrics
[Sound Providers, Little Brother - Braggin' & Boastin' lyrics]
Another day up in these labels of rap
And you're a battle MC who swears
That your style is flavorly phat
Can't wait to hit the studio disabling tracks
So everyone can hear your shit
On they turntables and DATS you put your
Single out so now you layin' it back
Cause now everybody's sayin', "Yo son
Your name on the map"
And everybody's actin' crazy in fact
Hoes be sweatin' your gear
And askin' shit like
"What fragrance is that?"
But that's the life you live
Great sex with your admirers
Cause your album's in the
Deck of everybody's Iowa but prior to
All the props and all the street buzz
Nobody in your neighborhood could give
A fuck who you was because
They don't love you
They love what you stand for
The car you drive and the loot
You got your hands on
That shit could end in a minute any minute
And then your driveway won't have
All them Bentley's in it
And wine glass won't have all that Remy in it
No video shoots with Hype and P diddy in it
So don't get caught up in
The fame and applause and brainless awards
Next year they ain't gonna want you no more
Check it out now
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
They play the fall guy for they claim to fame
It's just the same old shit
It's just the names that change
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
Yes sir welcome to the Yama Rocka Lounge
I'm here to park your car yeah!
Ayo yo it's game time
Time to stop these niggas
Lame with the rhymes
They rhymes be full of one lines
And one line proves to be too many
And too many proves to be
Plenty for me to disregard
Bout tired of givin' cats fake
Head bobs and nods
Listen to their squad's boys front to be hard
And hood D's
Held respect like wood leaves in the park
Shedding tears when it's after three
After me anything left is tragedy
Wipe out your team cause I stay past three
On the Richter
Only AIDS patients stay sicker
You must be drunk of the liquor
Cause Pooh is a chaser and I
Hate that pain in major
Give a fuck about y'all cause
Your label is major and your image
Man, they got you lustin' the doe
We're gonna see where your love is
When you're facin' the flo'
And somebody's four pound tucked
Ready to blow
And you surrounded by faces that
You don't really know
Got your life flashin' fast and
You wish it would slow
That's why I love the beats
And I lust the flow so now you know
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
They play the fall guy for they claim to fame
It's just the same old shit
It's just the names that change
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
"Braggin' and boastin'
Boastin' and braggin'" - The Pharcyde 'Y?'
"Cash in your check, cause it's the last one
You get" - Gang Starr 'Here Today
Gone Tomorrow'
"The tables have turned and you ain't in
Effect" - Gang Starr 'Here Today
Gone Tomorrow'
Ladies and gentlemen, now coming
To the stage, the main event
Doing some of Billy Ocean's greatest hit's
Percy Miracles and the Blue Vibrations
Get out of my dreams get into my car
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
They play the fall guy for they claim to fame
It's just the same old shit
It's just the names that change
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
Yeah, yeah, yeah y'all to all y'all rappers
Thinkin' y'all hot right now
When you fall off, I'm sayin'
This what you're gonna be doin'
You gonna be in a lounge
In Vegas somewhere doin'
Doin' hit you know what I'm sayin'?
Doin' the old cover joints so always, always
Always be thankful for what you got
Like that y'all it's like this
Y'all it's Little Brother
Sound Providers don't quit y'all
Like that y'all it's like this
Y'all it's Little Brother
Sound Providers don't quit y'all
And you're a battle MC who swears
That your style is flavorly phat
Can't wait to hit the studio disabling tracks
So everyone can hear your shit
On they turntables and DATS you put your
Single out so now you layin' it back
Cause now everybody's sayin', "Yo son
Your name on the map"
And everybody's actin' crazy in fact
Hoes be sweatin' your gear
And askin' shit like
"What fragrance is that?"
But that's the life you live
Great sex with your admirers
Cause your album's in the
Deck of everybody's Iowa but prior to
All the props and all the street buzz
Nobody in your neighborhood could give
A fuck who you was because
They don't love you
They love what you stand for
The car you drive and the loot
You got your hands on
That shit could end in a minute any minute
And then your driveway won't have
All them Bentley's in it
And wine glass won't have all that Remy in it
No video shoots with Hype and P diddy in it
So don't get caught up in
The fame and applause and brainless awards
Next year they ain't gonna want you no more
Check it out now
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
They play the fall guy for they claim to fame
It's just the same old shit
It's just the names that change
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
Yes sir welcome to the Yama Rocka Lounge
I'm here to park your car yeah!
Ayo yo it's game time
Time to stop these niggas
Lame with the rhymes
They rhymes be full of one lines
And one line proves to be too many
And too many proves to be
Plenty for me to disregard
Bout tired of givin' cats fake
Head bobs and nods
Listen to their squad's boys front to be hard
And hood D's
Held respect like wood leaves in the park
Shedding tears when it's after three
After me anything left is tragedy
Wipe out your team cause I stay past three
On the Richter
Only AIDS patients stay sicker
You must be drunk of the liquor
Cause Pooh is a chaser and I
Hate that pain in major
Give a fuck about y'all cause
Your label is major and your image
Man, they got you lustin' the doe
We're gonna see where your love is
When you're facin' the flo'
And somebody's four pound tucked
Ready to blow
And you surrounded by faces that
You don't really know
Got your life flashin' fast and
You wish it would slow
That's why I love the beats
And I lust the flow so now you know
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
They play the fall guy for they claim to fame
It's just the same old shit
It's just the names that change
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
"Braggin' and boastin'
Boastin' and braggin'" - The Pharcyde 'Y?'
"Cash in your check, cause it's the last one
You get" - Gang Starr 'Here Today
Gone Tomorrow'
"The tables have turned and you ain't in
Effect" - Gang Starr 'Here Today
Gone Tomorrow'
Ladies and gentlemen, now coming
To the stage, the main event
Doing some of Billy Ocean's greatest hit's
Percy Miracles and the Blue Vibrations
Get out of my dreams get into my car
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
They play the fall guy for they claim to fame
It's just the same old shit
It's just the names that change
Rappers always be braggin' and boastin'
(boastin')
But then they fall off like Billy Ocean
Yeah, yeah, yeah y'all to all y'all rappers
Thinkin' y'all hot right now
When you fall off, I'm sayin'
This what you're gonna be doin'
You gonna be in a lounge
In Vegas somewhere doin'
Doin' hit you know what I'm sayin'?
Doin' the old cover joints so always, always
Always be thankful for what you got
Like that y'all it's like this
Y'all it's Little Brother
Sound Providers don't quit y'all
Like that y'all it's like this
Y'all it's Little Brother
Sound Providers don't quit y'all