Maestro Fresh Wes Lyrics
Makin Records
INTRO [Maestro Fresh Wes - talking]
Yeah, yeah yeah. I got my man in the studio, Mac. What's going on money?
[Mac] Yo what's up? Chill
[Maestro] Word. I remember back in the days, you know. I be thinking, you
go in the studio, you drop a record, you know what I"m saying. That's all
I'm saying. You get your porps an dloot the whole nine. Word (word). I
think brothers gotta wake up and smell the coffee you know what I'm saying.
[Mac] Brothers gotta wake up man
[Maestro] Word, word man
CHORUS X4
[Studio People] You gotta wake up, you gotta gotta wake up
[Maestro] Check it, it's all about makin' records
[Maestro]
Everyday I wake up, I thank God
'Cause I never had to kill, never had to rob
Always had a job
The industry's hard, full of frauds
But I never pulled a card on the boulevard
I just work hard
Ask a vet about disaster, you hafta
Be able to get a label to blast your procraster-
Nating the laughter, has to wait
After you pass the snake, stay awake Hobbes
That's the breaks
You wanna make a record, check it
You need more than your boys around your way giving you credit
'Cause you can have a spectacular, vernacular
But take your contract to a lawyer to look after ya
'Cause labels have mastered the
Skill of gassing ya, after ya, dropped the flip like a spatula
Snatch your Acura
And all the bitches you wanted
Are flaunted your riches are laugh at ya
Cut you off like a dagger, support you like a laddere
Your pockets ain't fatter, you be sadder
So you better have a better strate-gy
Can't you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see
Takes more than a dope LP to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, |
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