MCGRUDER'S SATIRE Video (MV)

Set up the cards so they can't bully us
Honor the percentage
Your loss if you don't fool with us
The prize territory is the enterprise
Truly a gift from God
Independent business no Oscar
Stay Trudy your vision
And be a student stay studious
Dollar be the leverage
So save bread like Julius
Dreams ain't made of kissing stars
Hate to shoot at you
Dedication when the crowd leaves
Who gon' shoot with you
When it works out like Kobe in the gym
They're on your gluteus
Pause pause pause
When the show stops they're through with you
It's fake love down the better road
Guess that's why we tread it though
I don't mind no groupie love
But love me when the bread is low
Love me when the love is gone
And love me when the ghetto shows
Love me when I try to teach ownership to ghetto folk
Ay slow down and keep it slick
Better blow down on your reefer stick
Plead the fifth and say it's the coke rounds
For the reason you seem to get
Out of your head
Out of your mind
Out of control
Got to be just the right amount of ignorant
To get through the door
Get through the door
Get through the door

Ok I love money drugs and yes women
Specifically the ones with less linen
The mystery behind why I can't get ahead
I love jewelry stores I'm big spending
I love doing hood rat things with homies
I love spinning the block
I hate police
I love telling young brothers to not be me
But I love putting all of this bull crap on TV

All these mother lovers in the rap game
Wanna talk about who running stuff
Most of y'all just voice actors
Animated to sum it up
Talking like y'all tough
Like I won't call y'all bluff
Talking 'bout y'all GOATS
Man y'all brothers not even no kids
Most of y'all won't take care of your kids
Take more care of your material things
Than you take care of your kids
And most of the reason why is 'cause
Y'all ain't get y'all booties whooped as kids
I ain't dissing the rap game
Just disciplining my kids
I kid you not the only reason that you're hot
Is 'cause they know the kids need a role model
And that you're not
Knot ties around your neck if you talk about shh
Censored like a BET classic
Remote the voice like a fascist
Keep that gangbanger fashion
Keep that pole inside your drawers
And keep them down like a baptism
Ay slow down and keep it slick
Better blow down on your reefer stick
Plead the fifth and say it's the coke rounds
For the reason you seem to get
Out of your head
Out of your mind
Out of control
Got to be just the right amount of ignorant
To get through the door
Get through the door
Get through the door

Ok I love money drugs and yes women
Specifically the ones with less linen
The mystery behind why I can't get ahead
I love jewelry stores I'm big spending
I love doing hood rat things with homies
I love spinning the block
I hate police
I love telling young brothers to not be me
But I love putting all of this bull crap on TV

DJ Scratch

Chop chop chop Judo Flip

I won awards for glorifying
Bullets and booz
Pimpin' and prostitution
All through all the songs
As long as we're misinformed
We're adorned

Yeah yeah

I was forewarned to keep it silent
When I tried to tell my brothers save to buy your own
As long as we remain the pawn
We'll perform

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah