GQ - Sugar Ray lyrics

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GQ - Sugar Ray lyrics

Who's that on the rise? Open your eyes The guy known to many as Joey McFly It's a heinous crime the way that niNo makes the heatrocks I'll start my sentence as soon as the beat drops The public is alarmed now The monster won't calm down No turning back so I can never stop now Flyer than a flock now Shut the f**ing block down All the G's shocked so they just sit and watch now The same girls who dissed me are on the f**ing jock now Champagne music (Hey!) where the f** is Ron Brows But I ain't here to celebrate Top of my cla** cause I'm fighting a bunch of featherweights So I got a choice Move on to the heavyweights Or shed some weight I want the belt n***a better get it straight Young Sugar Ray But no you can't box me in You need me, I just took the form of oxygen So bring the doctors in These n***as didn't listen too busy being hard-headed Beyond levels That you read on the meter I ain't even reach my peak yet, peep yet? Let my people read the contracts I just want to see checks Who's better? nobody! go and ask Keith Sweat So So Def... halfway in the casket bruh I'm a problem no matter how you add it up My mathematics got n***as doing acrobatics Fresher than an action figure wrapped in plastic There you have it A legend in the making I shouldn't have to say it but these haters who are nameless Rather see me remain here And possibly my honesty can save them But on the other hand I want to board ship and go back to the motherland Yes you can, believe in another man But I'm the truth, Mr. Wright is my government I bet you're wondering How he younger than his competition and he sonning them? More like step children to me Even if you hate what I'm saying you feeling this beat So come on dude, hey who realer than me? Y'all shoot at the ground but I'm k**ing the streets man How he still sleeping? Go back in time Around Jackson 5 When Mike had no dimes.... and he had to beat it Conceived as, advanced placement Over-achieving Student of the game, okay Flip it as a knockout Futuristic word to Doc Brown now I clock out