Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Kanye West - Keep the Receipt lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Kanye West - Keep the Receipt lyrics]
Oh yo, this is Dirt McGirt
I'm chilling with Kanye West
He's killing y'all niggas on the beats
He's killing y'all niggas on the tracks
Where your plaques at, dog?
The game is officially over go kill yourself
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc
Motherfucker
(Keep the receipt, motherfuckers)
Now, y'all gon' stop talking that
Shit that you talking
Your broke-ass mama couldn't
Afford that abortion now, tell me
How the hell she gon' afford that coffin?
Now, I done sat back and
Seen it all too often the backbone of this
Like Marino to the Dolphins
Most hit's out the Chi since
Sosa and Andre Dawson
My niggas had Pro Tools, I had no tools
Karaoke machine, fuck it, I'm old-school
Only difference is my tracks
Drove niggas postal
So I drove coastal while they stayed local
How I can't rhyme when
My freestyles'll roast you?
Sit down, I'll coach you while
We style in posters, dog
Niggas had a chance to sign me
Dropped the ball i'll see you at the awards
Huh, and after all that it took
I made it to the Roc
I guess I ain't as dumb as you look
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc
Motherfucker
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc
Motherfucker
Now, I showed you how to do this, dawg
Put a few beats on the tape
I saved this one for myself
I heard you niggas' tapes
Need a little bit of help
But I'm rapping, and I can't
Do nothing for you, man
Ask Gee and 'Hop
This forty grand if you ain't fam
I mean, if you ain't Hov, if you ain't Cam
Damn, I know you say, "He's killing miself"
"He got a little-bitty deal
Now he feeling himself", yup
Just 'cause I play beats and act hospitable
Don't mean I can't get you
Changed to "Hospital you"
I'm from a raw family, dawg
And I'll spit on you so play like a kid in
The garden and get little, you
Who your hypeman? I'm curious
It got you souped up like the
Cars on the Fast and Furious
Here go a new movie for
You critics called "Who's Laughing?"
The first producer that rap
Better than the rappers
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc
Motherfucker
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
I guess mmm, I guess mmm, mm
Aftermath still making them hit's, nigga
Lunatics still making them hit's, nigga
So So Def still making them hit's, nigga
Bad Boy still making them hit's, nigga
Wu Tang still making them hit's, nigga
Ruff Ryders still making them hit's, nigga
Cash Money still making them hit's, nigga
Dirt McGirt still making them hit's, nigga
Yo, the game is over, go kill yourself
Go kill yourself, nigga
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
I'm chilling with Kanye West
He's killing y'all niggas on the beats
He's killing y'all niggas on the tracks
Where your plaques at, dog?
The game is officially over go kill yourself
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc
Motherfucker
(Keep the receipt, motherfuckers)
Now, y'all gon' stop talking that
Shit that you talking
Your broke-ass mama couldn't
Afford that abortion now, tell me
How the hell she gon' afford that coffin?
Now, I done sat back and
Seen it all too often the backbone of this
Like Marino to the Dolphins
Most hit's out the Chi since
Sosa and Andre Dawson
My niggas had Pro Tools, I had no tools
Karaoke machine, fuck it, I'm old-school
Only difference is my tracks
Drove niggas postal
So I drove coastal while they stayed local
How I can't rhyme when
My freestyles'll roast you?
Sit down, I'll coach you while
We style in posters, dog
Niggas had a chance to sign me
Dropped the ball i'll see you at the awards
Huh, and after all that it took
I made it to the Roc
I guess I ain't as dumb as you look
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc
Motherfucker
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc
Motherfucker
Now, I showed you how to do this, dawg
Put a few beats on the tape
I saved this one for myself
I heard you niggas' tapes
Need a little bit of help
But I'm rapping, and I can't
Do nothing for you, man
Ask Gee and 'Hop
This forty grand if you ain't fam
I mean, if you ain't Hov, if you ain't Cam
Damn, I know you say, "He's killing miself"
"He got a little-bitty deal
Now he feeling himself", yup
Just 'cause I play beats and act hospitable
Don't mean I can't get you
Changed to "Hospital you"
I'm from a raw family, dawg
And I'll spit on you so play like a kid in
The garden and get little, you
Who your hypeman? I'm curious
It got you souped up like the
Cars on the Fast and Furious
Here go a new movie for
You critics called "Who's Laughing?"
The first producer that rap
Better than the rappers
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
Guess not, motherfucker, it's the Roc
Motherfucker
Now, take that equipment back to the store
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more
Do anybody else make hit's anymore?
I guess mmm, I guess mmm, mm
Aftermath still making them hit's, nigga
Lunatics still making them hit's, nigga
So So Def still making them hit's, nigga
Bad Boy still making them hit's, nigga
Wu Tang still making them hit's, nigga
Ruff Ryders still making them hit's, nigga
Cash Money still making them hit's, nigga
Dirt McGirt still making them hit's, nigga
Yo, the game is over, go kill yourself
Go kill yourself, nigga
We don't want to hear that weak shit no more