Collision Course lyrics

Ha
You're wasting your talent, Randy

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right

Why does it feel like night today?
Something in here's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed

I ordered a frappuccino
Where's my fuckin frappuccino
Alright, let's do this

When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just
Trying to bend the truth

This is final

Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing...

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...always timeless...HOVE!
Thanks for comin' out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with us
We appreciate that...uuunnnh...

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

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Jigga who?
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Jigga who?
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Jigga what?

You gon' need a vocal in, right?

Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em up, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes

Thank you for makin all that noise tonight we really appreciate it,
your far to kind

[Chorus]
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time people make some noise

Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that

If your havin girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me

You got it Mike?
He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed
Rap critics you say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
He's from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe