Go On

[Intro: B.Reith and Security Guard] > Hey, what's up. I'm B.Reith. I'm here to perform > B who? > B.Reith > B...No. You're not on the roster > W-whatchu mean I'm not on the roster? Y'all called me to do a show here, man. Whatchu... > Exactly what-- you're not on the roster! > Well look a little closer I must be... > I'm looking. You're not on the roster. Now get outta line > Hey, what's that over there? > Where? Huh? Security! [Verse 1] Here we go Yup yup, I know You ain't never seen it done like this before Long hair, blue eyes Yes yes, I flow Yes, I sing Plus I bring the ill beats that be Sizzlin' man like bacon grease Back when I had short hair they called me Jason Priestley But time passed, I had to mature See I'm tryna be the next Ashton Kutcher Mock my style, I dare get ya, yo Watch me pop one outta ya stereo I spit more rounds then a merry go I flip more sounds then a karaoke machine B-Team, this has been my dream Since back when Al Green was lean My scheme, my plot Rise the top as one of the best I'm tryin' to be the white Kanye West, ya heard me? That was a joke in case you didn't get it I'm one in a million--custom-fitted If you ain't with it, then hit the exit Don't disrespect this I'll leave you breathless [Hook] Go on Hey DJ play that funky song that I like but I can't recall the name I think it goes like la-da-da La-da-da-da-da-da By some guy named B. Reith, yeah I think that was his name Play that funky song [Verse 2] It's messed when they can't say your name right B. Reeth, B. Right Nah, I'm B. Reithh! Hear the -th at the end like Thank you for saying it wrong again What do I gotta do to get some respect 'round here? Start frontin' like I'm crazy and throwin' round chairs? Would you quit tellin' people that I'm from Brown Deer? Really man, what you tryna do, kill my career? It's bad enough they didn't put my name on the roster Now they tryna claim that I'm a J.C. Chavez impostor What? Where's my manager? Wait that's me At times like these I wish I had a fake ID So I tell the bouncer, "Hey, where's the bathroom? It's an emergency, dude, I'll be back soon" Sneak to the stage, hand my CD to the DJ Tell him, "When I cue him, hit play" Ready? [Hook] [Bridge] Hey DJ, please won't you Give me a chance so I Can drop this beat and make These people dance now um One thing is clear they goin' like what they hear So um, lend me your ear and just watch me get my groove on [Verse 3] You know you're broke when you sing for free Thinkin' that you'll make some money if you bring CDs Show up, the sound system is soundin' like garbage My man where you buy this microphone from? Target? It's funny how the same people that mean-mug you Will come up to you after the show and try to hug you No matter how tight you are on the mic There's always one hater that's like "He's alright (I'm better though)" It's sort of sad but I had to laugh I thought this girl wanted my autograph I said, "Hey how you doin'? What's your name?" "It's Margie! Sorry to bother you, but can I borrow that Sharpie?" "What? Don't you know who I am, girl?" "No, wait, are you that dude from 'That 70's Show?'" Shoot, I played it off said, "Yup that's me" "Oh my gosh, here, sign this B.Reeth CD" "You're kidding me." [Hook x2] [Outro] Play that, play Play that funky song Song