Various Artists - PHDream lyrics

[Chorus] You gonna get what you want (What makes a boy scout?) I'm gonna get what I need (Is it guns, is it d**, is it none of the above?) You gonna get what you want (Is it a sharecroppers dream to turn this world into a team?) I'm gonna get what I need (Or is it the American dream that turns this world into a fiend?) I be the first to tell you how Beyond the shadow of a doubt True artists go without What's in they heart they spit it out I play my part and get about What God commissioned me to do And the fact that that's my code Got me pissy in this booth See it's tricky with the truth Cos everybody got they own take I'm a give it how I live it Till my blood, sweat and bones ache Watch me bake my own cake Money mixed with purpose As long as the hooks made it All these fickle fish are purchased Whatever Bubba cast out I pray to him that that's clout Cos if it's not I'm in the gap Spittin hot but a** out And this will be my last bout In the ring with this demon Cos my belly don't stay full When I sing just for dreaming And my team's just a clinging Fiendin' for my arrival So everytime I spit I'm bringin it for survival Thinkin I might be liable To fold at any minute So if you got some silver Throw in them pennies wit it [Chorus] Didn't miss another favour Bubba's bringin' to the shindig Rollin round peakin Like my license ain't suspended Huh, ain't it splended Perhaps a bit of blotter Brought that sh** to the hood And now your trap's a little hotter In fact that's how they got ya With all them party favors See they infiltrated y'all With the beast of our behaviour Let you sell it for a minute Take some for your enjoyment The next thing you know The troops is rallied for deployment In your yard with twenty doggies They probably won't bark But they still bit yo a** Tell Betty to get the cash That you had stashed at momma's Get you back on dry land I thank them higher track of powers As you raise your right hand Have you ever wondered why I don't approach you at a venue Like buddy where the beans Like you know it's on the menu Yeah I spoke to him too He came at me the same Told him naw but I'm looking Now get away from me you lame [Chorus] I told several caucazoids That don't toot but do shoot Got two cousins in La Grange Hard like Bo and Luke Duke So push that woop woop When you on they dirt road Cos if you tryna shout They make you whine like merlot And bet, I sure know Six blondes with big a**es That apply the suction cup Every time my dick pa**es Plus I got battallions Assembled with Nitti Beatz So next time you out in Athens Remember to yell at me So I can page Duddy Ken To give clearance for your appearance Look at this new south The spirit of my deliverance So with that sh** said We obviously years ahead That's why I don't f** wit y'all I just keep to my peers instead [Chorus]