Satisfaction Guaranteed
(专辑: The Seventh Seal - 2009)
Uh... I
got it good (Neyo) I
put product in the
street that sell quicker than weed, I
spit it raw like I'm flippin a
key I
got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) I
got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) I
got pure for the
fiends give u
more than a
breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker than D, I
got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) I
got what y'all need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) Uh, it's what they been waitin for... I
put the
whole world in a
dope fiend and still leaning, a
many years away from the
game they still fiendin My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes, smoke like a
pound hit the
town like key-notes I
bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on tours like I'm trafficking drugs (I got what y'all need) Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, bomb product will sure profit when y'all cop it Any hood or any city I'm pumpin in, any slum I'm in, my custom is come again Spit flow by the
boatload like a
Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the
money in Like supplies the
product than do the
pra bricks, go out my way, so biters can't dupe what I
spit Like Freddy told Priest in that superfly flick, playa u
always got some superfly shhhhhh [Chorus:] Uh, It ain't a
city I
ain't moving weed in, the
world wonder my product got em hallucinating Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every minds flown, keep it poppin until it's clockin in every time zone Uh, time is money, my grind is hungry, it's for my dudes and my dime honeys (I got what y'all need) Things run up in it mass where I
been, nothing get em high as a
bag of Rakim I'm red like Canadian, cuss with a
Opium touch a
fat piece of hash, seen soap with some dust I
got it so good, I
got the
whole hood smoking it, coke cookers kill for the
flow to cook coke in it The
new form of crack, turn fans to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that DJ's cut it, let the
streets step on that, still a
hundred percent pure King Heron's back [Chorus] I
got a
bout a
million Mami's that call me they ex love cause I
kept em ex thug and F'd up like sex drugs They never come down futuristic high; I
leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the
sky It's like Budda, Mami's say, man is he blessed Pac to push a
man in a
vest They won't relapse no indeed he's back, my rap flow natural aphrodisiac I'm a
key to a
user, piano to a
dealer, liquor to a
alcoholic to smokers a
piff of chocolate The
gospel, for the
ghetto so spit the
gossip, is he Moses to drugs, either way it's a
profit Call me your drug lord, spit commandments you hooked, it's the
King pin every day I
get a
book Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the
streets, even cops on the
beat they call copping the
heat [Chorus x2] (Neyo)