Tarsha Vega - Leroy! Lyrics
Tarsha Vega Lyrics
Leroy! Lyrics
Who's that on my answering machine
Leaving me a message freak my dreams -
Got my number from a friend at a magazine
X-Friend now all my calls they get screened
Yo I'm over minor leagues
Now I'm up in the game
For a fee of 2 G's trademark my name
Leroy I be the mellow never front on the fame
But there's a hole in yo brain a gap a synapse
In my synopsis it started w/ 2 struggling rappers
There was u the unemployed
I freaked commercials as an actor
Tryin' to make moves but u was all about yo mouth
U got gassed up by ya moms ay yo I had to break out
Ya laughed I held u back heard u whisper what I lack
But when u 2 faced your rep gets smoked like stems of crack
U better run from me homey
Ya heard Leroy said what's the matter wit u boy
Leroy
Leroy, what are u doin'!
Leroy
Like Lauryn Hill say music is supposed to inspire
I signed w/ RCA peace to Seymour at Sire
Ya quick ta brag about ya wack MC battles in Long Island
Who ya sign with Leroy the phone goes silent
Ooh u didn't call me when u was dissin' my demo
Ooh -u didn't call me when u was coolin' in the limo of my'
Favorite rapper damn u had a crush on him
Leroy ya just a greedy groupie male groupies ain't in
So I think that Tarsha Vega need the caller I.D.
Ya bugga boo ya buggin' me don't take it personally
I flee from those who do the shifty
bag em in the Hefty w/ the cinch sack u yap
I snap ya back like Richard Pryor
U a big mouth and I'm the orthodontist w/ the pliers and
The wires in a crossword puzzle
The "L" in Leroy connects w/Liar
Leroy, u got a loose screw!
Leroy
Leroy, what are u doin'!
Leroy
Verbs scribin' Leroy always end up bein' wasted
Cause Leroy ain't creative verbal weapons ain't abrasive
Style be calculated like spread sheets on computers
He be standin' on line at the local rap recruiters
U be all that u can be me I'm Tarsha V from the
Boogie Down like KRS from BDP
Leroy, u oughta call em up he A&R at Reprise
Here the phone go "Beep"
Dancehall vox
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong wit cho line
When I dial up Tarsha Vega
Me gets a click click every ti-ime
Leroy!
Leroy, what are u doin'!
Leroy!
Leaving me a message freak my dreams -
Got my number from a friend at a magazine
X-Friend now all my calls they get screened
Yo I'm over minor leagues
Now I'm up in the game
For a fee of 2 G's trademark my name
Leroy I be the mellow never front on the fame
But there's a hole in yo brain a gap a synapse
In my synopsis it started w/ 2 struggling rappers
There was u the unemployed
I freaked commercials as an actor
Tryin' to make moves but u was all about yo mouth
U got gassed up by ya moms ay yo I had to break out
Ya laughed I held u back heard u whisper what I lack
But when u 2 faced your rep gets smoked like stems of crack
U better run from me homey
Ya heard Leroy said what's the matter wit u boy
Leroy
Leroy, what are u doin'!
Leroy
Like Lauryn Hill say music is supposed to inspire
I signed w/ RCA peace to Seymour at Sire
Ya quick ta brag about ya wack MC battles in Long Island
Who ya sign with Leroy the phone goes silent
Ooh u didn't call me when u was dissin' my demo
Ooh -u didn't call me when u was coolin' in the limo of my'
Favorite rapper damn u had a crush on him
Leroy ya just a greedy groupie male groupies ain't in
So I think that Tarsha Vega need the caller I.D.
Ya bugga boo ya buggin' me don't take it personally
I flee from those who do the shifty
bag em in the Hefty w/ the cinch sack u yap
I snap ya back like Richard Pryor
U a big mouth and I'm the orthodontist w/ the pliers and
The wires in a crossword puzzle
The "L" in Leroy connects w/Liar
Leroy, u got a loose screw!
Leroy
Leroy, what are u doin'!
Leroy
Verbs scribin' Leroy always end up bein' wasted
Cause Leroy ain't creative verbal weapons ain't abrasive
Style be calculated like spread sheets on computers
He be standin' on line at the local rap recruiters
U be all that u can be me I'm Tarsha V from the
Boogie Down like KRS from BDP
Leroy, u oughta call em up he A&R at Reprise
Here the phone go "Beep"
Dancehall vox
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong wit cho line
When I dial up Tarsha Vega
Me gets a click click every ti-ime
Leroy!
Leroy, what are u doin'!
Leroy!
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