Little Brother - On the Marquee lyrics

[Intro - Phonte - talking] (*echo*) And once again Phontigga Rapper Pooh Joe Scudda Chaundon Statik Selektah on the beat Let's go [Verse 1 - Rapper Big Pooh] Let's get a few things clear, listen up my dear I'm trying to move units through the hemisphere Know I appear, as a regular cat Who's in his beginnings and just starting to rap You can check my track, record is long This ain't my first time, composing a song I toured the world, had a couple of deals You can look at my weight, I ain't miss no meals I displace sk** So you can stop with your questions, it's time to chill That's one of my titles, known by your idols Since my arrival, a musical revival I hate I had to set you straight This interview's over, you can stop the tape I guess it's fashionable to be late There's plenty fans out there though, who can't wait [Hook - Chaundon] See my name in lights, there you are Your boy's a star, I'm on the marquee I paid my dues, put in my work Can't tell me nothing, I know what I'm worth Don't miss the call, baby doll Cause most of all, I'm on the marquee Read my interviews, posted blogs (aw baby) Traveled the world, they know who we are [Verse 2 - Joe Scudda] Yeah I got my tux on In the city where the people keep Chucks on (Cali) And they told me, that they don't see My name on the list, so I'm stuck home In a brand new suit (look), my girl look cute (woo) I done spent my dough, renting a brand new coupe Just trying to splurge, park my sh** on the curb I thought I was A-list, I feel like a nerd (damn) Guess that's what I get for trying to do what the stars do So I'm a do me, go and hit up a bar or two (woo) f** drinking champagne Give me Jack D. on the rocks, DJ spinning, doing his damn thang (come on) Playing some dope sh**, nobody has heard about No flyers for the party, strictly on word of mouth (yeah) And wouldn't ya know, that the place that I ain't wanna go The same place they got love for Joe (okay) So come and party with me (woo) [Hook] [Verse 3 - Phonte] Uh, hey I've been from New York to Oakland and back To Carolina, where we used to be the opening act Now them hoes that was joking way back Be at our shows, sitting ringside, where Mean Gene Okerlund at With a smile on, face to flirt Name tag and her khakis on, cause she came straight from work Just to scream in the front row and tell me that she love me Don't call me Phontigga, she call me by my government Name, it's a shame when people a**ume you struggling Just cause you don't n***a-waste your money out in the public Please, I don't do this sh** for the perks I do this rap sh** for the work And even when them ASCAP checks is berserk I'm in the bank, telling my money 'keep quiet,' like it's talking in church Don't need to make a k**ing, just need to make a living Got fans, got plans, plus my name is on the building How you feeling n***a? [Hook] They know who we are ...