Jelani Productions (Studio 23) - Bandwagon lyrics

Verse 1: Round and round in a circle we go, run over wheat in a journey for dough/ Don't even reach you already let go but you hop on the ride and to see where it goes/ Fixing the holes with correct syllables, there we go back on the road with the flow/ Your girl in my bunga proceed to get low, having her singing an arpeggio/ Whoa...and look at flow… water look rough it could flip a lil boat/ Number the emcees who coming to get me cause none of them real if they talk about bentleys/ Look at my wagon I got about twenty with room in the back it's enough to hold plenty/ Side is equipped with a double space entry and powerful engine it runs off of envy/ Ride on 24 spokes a piece, all that chrome is a joke to me/ Another piece of oak in the circle we go, simply holding space connect the centerpiece/ High as the tree described in Tai Chi, the best way I can define me/ Wood so fresh from the pine tree, that sap is dripping and stuck you to my seats/ Put your hands up it won't release, call all the law bring all police/ I'm non stop going around the county fair, no hands look ma as I stand on the chair/ Up at the front with microphone hold on I might get out control/ We bout to flip so grab the pole come sing my song this is how it goes/ Hook: Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/ Sweatshirt, gold chain, copy catin' pants saggin'/ Every single song I make a goddamn cla**ic/ I sh**ted upon the rap game you ba*tard, you can have it/ x2 Verse 2: Back in the wagon with ammo in action, specially built by the volks who be swaggin'/ Look at the back and the bodies I'm draggin' I'm counting it up like I'm Dracula adding/ Running beside by the pa**enger wagon, they runnin' up on me like Jonathan Madden/ Better beware if they carrying baggage, they ask for a hand but a snake I was grabbin'/ Turning away and I yanked on the wheel, safety precautions you know how it feel/ Speeding away tell your homies to chill cause we taking a right to the top of the hill/ Ready with Jack and we finna get ill, gathering groupies he pointed to Jill/ Flexin' my best goin' harder than steel when she hopped on the ride she was feelin' the deal/ Climbing and climbing we movin' on up, could have stopped here but it wasn't enough/ Look at the haters they back on the bus, patiently waiting my axle to bust/ Leaving the skeptics behind in the dust, skippin' thru gears like I'm missing a clutch/ Conversation I'm the one they discuss, listener trap like their hands have been cuffed!/ Adding more bodies on top of the piles, reaching the top in a couple of miles/ Pa**ing the clouds, never look down, pa**enger faces are covered in smiles/ Better hold on cause the axle just broke, so much momentum and downward it flows/ Into the hole, Geronimo! Sing my song this is how it goes/ Hook: Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/ Sweatshirt, gold chain, copy catin' pants saggin'/ Every single song I make a goddamn cla**ic/ I sh**ted upon the rap game you ba*tard, you can have it/ x2 Outro: Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/ Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/ Put your hands up if you ridin' on the bandwagon/ Sweatshirt, gold chain, copy catin' pants saggin'/ x 2