Todd Marshall - Losers lyrics

[Translee] This ain't no marathon, never worry on If she throw it back, Barry Bonds Great debate, let it carry on You be Mike Wallace, I'll be Farrakhan, Un-American If I'm in the room, I'm the elephant My cellphone is like a telethon Don't be insulting my intelligence I'm the poster child, gold chain Gold ring, gold watch, I'm the golden child Know Translee, who's Translee Got dammit, do you know me now? Hope you absorbing that These liquor stores they be sorta packed The new world order ordered that That's why guns got no safety Cause we just want our corner back, you get that? No safety man Cause we just want our cornerback That's one-hundred like quarter sacks I'm more than rap, I need moolah before I oolah Im more Busta Rhymes than Martin Lawrence I wooahhh before I woosaah With a cool drive, Im too live Your momma gonna need your suit size how my crew ride In due time Never be a loser, always win like a cool breeze I be listening to Cool Breeze My cologne is Cool Breeze, my belt cost two g's That's kind of overboard I know I got dope vocal chords, I know I rock the dopest clothes, I know I got the dopest hoes, I know I got the most... I know Hooligan, fooligan, hooligan, shwooligan, wooligan, wooligan, shooligan That's what I heard when I turn on the radio Rappers should be more intuitive That way nobody dies, cause I see nobody tries That's why when ya'll drop ya'll sh** it's like ya'll fans gay, nobody buys I'm k**ing sh** like a shotgun in your a** crack This rap sh**, ya'll can have that Too much politican man I hate that And why we got to be scared of ya'll? Ya'll wear skinny jeans And, nothing wrong with skinny jeans but We can see that ya'll AIN'T STRAPPED Think about it, Whitney Houston I'ma sing about it New rollie got to take a link up out it She s**t me ain't get a thing up out it She s**t you and got a ring up out it Who's the realer man? Cause you built a fam and I just pulled my pants up and ran, damn Don't be a loser forever, that's the moral of the story Don't fight with your success, don't quarrel with the glory You want the house with all the stories, no worries Just keep a shoulder cold as snow flurries And take the slow grind, no hurries {Audio of Michael Eric Dyson} [Translee] Fresh when I bend them corners, flexing got DaVinci on us Blowing money fast, I think I might put Bleu Davinci on this Never wore this type of sh**, but hey they got the cameras on us These are Kunta Kinte orders, don't respond to what they call us n***a's not my name, b**h is not her name either I was on them b**hes back when n***as was just name keepers Riding in that same Regal, me and Bull, we needed fuel we relied on women we had pulled, sshh We was on them back streets, me and Miller, ounces in the backseat Pray to god I make it home, cause I know that this is not me The cops be behind us to remind us slaveries not far behind us college isn't promised Prison won't decline us, they'll make some room, make some room even if they gotta take a school Take a school, take a stool you gon' need it Have a seat cause what I'm feedin' is the 80's crack boom, you'll never beat it [Bias The Black] Where ya gonna be when you're 40? Gonna be on Oprah, gonna be Maury Gonna have some grandkids tell em all ya stories Just don't be a loser, all ya life {Audio of Cornel West speaking} [Translee] I might hit you with that ficky ficky ficky like I'm Missy Elliot Im rapping like an alien, I give these hoes an alias They can't wait to see us sell temperature in celsius You ain't get that punchline Celsius, see us sell, well, sometimes I be stretching it Sometimes I be wrecking sh** too hard don't get no recompense The FBI might take this song and use it for evidence And lock me up for letting you know the truth and it's evidence I see money, I see money, greed and evil I indulge in the achievement of my people That's just how I was raised, praise god on Sunday mornings Tell em I'm done with hoes, next morning I'm right back horny, ooh b**hes tell me "ooh k** em", I just fall off in that couchie And I lean, smooth criminal, tryna be too visual, on the hunt for new residual Tired of make due with minimum DNC's the new cinema [Bias The Black] Where ya gonna be when you're 40?