Blaze Ya Dead Homie Bump This SHHH Lyrics

(Blaze)
Everybody got a song that they want you to hear
Spittin' overload of emotion just to get in your ear
Before I listen, you already know what you like
You don't be falling for the flavor of the mainstream hype
He's back, and I don't want your promo tape
And even if it's shrink wrapped, homeboy I'm straight
I'm on my own, a choosy m_________er myself
And I don't settle for the first record to fall off the shelf
So don't tell me what to listen to, or tell me what to like
Don't tell me that it's banging off the hook and hella tight
Your opinion matters to you (come again?)
Your opinion matters to you (okay)

(Chorus)
b__p this s___ right here
When you're at wit's end and you still don't give a f___ 'cause you love it
b__p this s___ right here
When you got fired on your job, on your day off, what the f___?!?
b__p this s___ right here
When you're stuck in a traffic jam, b__per to b__per, for 3 hours
b__p this s___ right here
Cause you found out your love, was loving somebody besides you

I don't want your money, I just want your mind and your ear
You don't want to hear my s___ well b____ it's fine, give it here
f___ up out my face, let the music b__p
All playa haters shut the f___ up
We ain't even got through the intro and someone p___ed
Cause this s___ don't sound quite exactly how they expected it
Open up your closed mind and you might see
'Cause you care about the music if it set ya soul free
Don't tell me what to listen to, don't tell me what to like
Don't tell me that it's banging off the hook and hella tight
Your opinion matters to you (come again?)
Your opinion matters to you (okay)

(Chorus)
b__p this s___ right here
When you're at wit's end and you still don't give a f___ 'cause you love it
b__p this s___ right here
When you got fired on your job, on your day off, what the f___?!?
b__p this s___ right here
When you're stuck in a traffic jam, b__per to b__per, for 3 hours
b__p this s___ right here
Cause you found out your love, was loving somebody besides you

b__p this s___ right here
(Turn it up ya'll)
b__p this s___ right here
(Till your windows crack)
b__p this s___ right here
(Let me see you jump)
b__p this s___ right here
(Up with the b__p, b__p)
b__p this s___ right here
(Turn it up ya'll)
b__p this s___ right here
(Let me hear the bass b__p)
b__p this s___ right here
(Turn it up ya'll)
b__p this s___ right here
(Till you're dead and you ain't got no air left in ya lung)

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