[Verse One] [Phonte] Another day up in these labels of rap And you're a battle MC who swears that your style is flavorly phat Can't wait to hit the studio disabling tracks So everyone can hear your sh** on they turntables and DATS You put your, single out so now you layin' it back Cause now everybody's sayin', "Yo son, your name on the map" And everybody's actin' crazy in fact Hoes be sweatin' your gear And askin' sh** like, "What fragrance is that?" But that's the life you live Great s** with your admirers Cause your album's in the deck of everybody's Iowa But prior to, all the props and all the street buzz Nobody in your neighborhood could give a f** who you was Because They don't love you They love what you stand for The car you drive and the loot you got your hands on That sh** could end in a minute Any minute And then your driveway won't have all them Bentley's in it And wine gla** won't have all that Remy in it No video shoots with Hype and P. Diddy in it So don't get caught up in the fame and applause And brainless awards Next year they ain't gonna want you no more Check it out now [Hook] Rappers always be braggin' and boastin' (boastin') But then they fall off like Billy Ocean They play the fall guy for they claim to fame It's just the same old sh**, it's just the names that change Rappers always be braggin' and boastin' (boastin') But then they fall off like Billy Ocean [Gentleman talking] Yes sir. Welcome to the Yama Rocka Lounge. I'm here to park your car YEAH! [Verse Two] [Big Pooh] Ayo yo it's game time Time to stop these n***as lame with the rhymes They rhymes be full of one lines And one line proves to be too many And too many proves to be plenty for me to disregard Bout tired of givin' cats fake head bobs and nods Listen to their squad's boys front to be hard And hood D's Held respect like wood leaves in the park Shedding tears when it's after three After me Anything left is tragedy Wipe out your team cause I stay past three On the Richter Only AIDS patients stay sicker You must be drunk of the liquor Cause Pooh is a chaser and I hate that pain in major Give a f** about y'all cause your label is major And your image Man, they got you lustin' the doe We're gonna see where your love is when you're facin' the flo' And somebody's four pound tucked, ready to blow And you surrounded by faces that you don't really know Got your life flashin' fast and you wish it would slow That's why I love the beats and I lust the flow So now you know [Hook] Rappers always be braggin' and boastin' (boastin') But then they fall off like Billy Ocean They play the fall guy for they claim to fame It's just the same old sh**, it's just the names that change Rappers always be braggin' and boastin' (boastin') But then they fall off like Billy Ocean [Scratching] "Braggin' and boastin', boastin' and braggin'" - The Pharcyde 'Y?' "Cash in your check, cause it's the last one you get" - Gang Starr 'Here Today, Gone Tomorrow' "The tables have turned and you ain't in effect" - Gang Starr 'Here Today, Gone Tomorrow' [Phonte talking] Ladies and gentlemen, now coming to the stage, the main event Doing some of Billy Ocean's greatest hits. Percy Miracles and the Blue Vibrations [Percy Miracles singing] Get out of my dreams Get into my car [Hook] Rappers always be braggin' and boastin' (boastin') But then they fall off like Billy Ocean They play the fall guy for they claim to fame It's just the same old sh**, it's just the names that change Rappers always be braggin' and boastin' (boastin') But then they fall off like Billy Ocean [Outro] [Phonte talking] Yeah, yeah yeah y'all. To all y'all rappers, thinkin' y'all hot right now When you fall off, I'm sayin', this what you're gonna be doin' You gonna be in a lounge in Vegas somewhere. Doin', doin' hit. You know what I'm sayin'? Doin' the old cover joints. So always, always, always be thankful for what you got Like that y'all. It's like this y'all. It's Little Brother, Sound Providers don't quit y'all Like that y'all. It's like this y'all. It's Little Brother, Sound Providers don't quit y'all