Jake Lefco - Landslide lyrics

"I don't understand" "What's the matter with him? What's wrong?" "Yes that must be it, it must be the song!" "The song? You remember" "The last time he heard the music..." [Jake Lefco] Another Lefco landslide, get your hands high I'm modest but I can't lie Make material that money can't buy It's ironic cause you jumpin up and down like you won a grand prize Ha, I can understand why I'm a boost to your system A beast from the East and I feast on the rhythm Get acquainted with the beats then I k** 'em, say peace and I'm chillin It's absolutely, too late to screwface Past the due date, pack your suitcase Don't forget your toothpaste, tie your shoelace And raise, go find a new place to graze This is not Green Acres and I'm not your Zsa Zsa You're not Goldmember and I'm not your fahza I'm the man, but I'm not from La Mancha I'm from conjure, hop I got you right where I want'cha [Chorus: scratches] Lan-lan-landslide, Lef-Lef, Lef-Lefco Yeah yeah check it out Lan-lan-landslide, Lef-Lef, Lef-Lefco This ain't the final or the last-last bit Lan-lan-landslide, Lef-Lef, Lef-Lefco Yeah yeah check it out Lan-lan-landslide, Lef-Lef, Lef-Lefco Throwin heat on the map, for the underground ma**ive [Jake Lefco] Yo you hear the chords poppin, you feel the floor rockin? Opportunity is at my door knockin 'Bout to unlock it, pull in a profit But I'm wearin sweats and a hoodie, there's only one pocket f** it - I'll stuff money in my sneaks Bills in my socks and my boxer briefs When I speak everything you say is obsolete It's not just me, listen when they drop the beat ... See what I mean? I'm keepin it clean y'all If you ever need a shoulder to lean on Take a week off and throw my CD on Pick a theme song, get your freak on I could be wrong, but I'm not~! I'ma take it to the top, makin paper on the spot Drinkin Maker's on the rocks, say goodbye To days of punchin clocks, watch the faces on 'em stop [Chorus] [Jake Lefco] I'm not yo' average nacho, it's hot though Type of sh** you won't find in a combo Got you dancin like you stompin a co*kroach I don't care if you do the running man or the mambo Whether you spittin or you hittin the bongo If you're from Philly or you live in the Congo You'll agree I get deep like trombones Even if you're sweet like TCBY cones I'm takin the high road Straight through the no fly zone, shoot with both eyes closed It's a rush, but I don't miss much I never once asked for respect, I get tons 'Bout as quick as a kid can get guns Aim one, pull the trigger and commit a redrum I get money 'til it's in a hedge fund Then milk it 'til I'm chillin with the Jetsons [Chorus] with variations followed by ad libs to end