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[Verse One] Is it me, or is this music shit wack? Could it be, this rap shit it's a wrap? How did we, get so far off track? To the wack then you automatically get a contract The south? You can't hate on that But a lot of rappers comin' out of there is real wack Snap music, I get it The bitches love it, admit it But +Aye Bay Bay+, I'm not fuckin' with it And ain't got to My music likewise Different strokes for different folks, they showin' the same signs Punxsutawney Phil I keep seein' the same guys Ground Hog's Day I keep hearin' the same rhymes If anyone's offended, shit I ain't gonna apologize I feel like Bill Murray, want to break my radio Neighbors wonder why record sales ain't poppin' Don't just blame digital downloads, it's the bullshit your droppin' [Hook] [Mike Ant] You might not like what I'm bout to say But I'm gonna say it anyway You might not like what I'm gonna say But I'm gonna say it anyway [Verse Two] Honestly, honesty don't offend me Honestly, that's all my pen be Rappers got a problem, we ain't gotta be friendly But stop makin' songs for kids and leave that to Disney I don't listen to kids, kids listen to me So when they grow up who you think they wanna be? Hopefully not me I'm no role model But I roll with a model, smash it like avacado Raise yo' kids stop raisin' hell Stop blamin' 50 Cent when young Johnny go to jail Be A Parent Or Die Tryin', you ain't done too well I don't know yo kids, it's not my fault if you failed But Oprah said it's rap's fault, disrespectful to the female But what does she know? She's finger bangin' Gail I could be right or I could be wrong Let he without sin cast the first stone [Hook] [Mike Ant] You might not like what I'm bout to say But I'm gonna say it anyway You might not like what I'm gonna say But I'm gonna say it anyway [Verse Three] New York, New York big city of dreams Niggas swear they gang bangers, it ain't all that it seems Is Jim Jones a real Blood? Ask Big Wide Oh Wee and Young Dre will get the truth, no lie I ain't really like +Ballin'+ but I like his style And Juelz is dope but cut that Blood shit out See Mims did his thing, it ain't like he can't rap But a fake south track ain't gonna bring New York back And the west coast? Our shit is trash New west full of pests, hate to see you get some cash Old niggas too, the torch they refuse to pass Rather see it go out until they croak and pass L.A. full of haters that's why we don't last I see why Dre don't fuck with niggas, do his thing and mash +California Love+, that's a thing of the past You wanna make it in Hollywood, you better drive right past [Hook] [Mike Ant] You might not like what I'm bout to say But I'm gonna say it anyway You might not like what I'm gonna say But I'm gonna say it anyway