Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Got this from a Ghostface repertoire
Hit 'em with the boom-bap nilla brother seeing stars
P Cap, snap back, take a lap, finish last
Anybody ask say he workin' on the bombast
Another fat cracker looking for a biscuit
Walkin' like he strapped just so nobody gon' miss him
Spittin' like his mama ain't the only girl that kiss him
While he at the bar drinking three dollar piss and um
He always stoney, acting like hey low key
Prolly hop a spot when he shavin' up his domey
Always cooking up a story for the homies bout the
Buddy Sianci days he spent out up in Rhody
He had to cool, loot, taking two shoots, no hooks
Ain't nobody that nobody gave a quick look
So one day he take his own life put it down on the wax
Throw up a deuce and wrote the chorus onto the track
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Get that cheese, baby working on that VST
Can it be that we got another D.O.C.?
Apparently naturally, he gonna get that GDP
Ain't getting ahead of me, he gonna tell them whack MC's
And when he get a sale he gonna spend it
Bubblin on that one ten like he Pacc without the pennant
Never told to save a track or a penny
Telling all the fly honey bout the track gon get a Grammy
Eyyy but he eatin' on his Wheaties
Making like a track a week more he's got deleted
Plans on doing like five beats a day for three summers
Get up on the cloud hits to rack numbers
And then he gonna push up on the label
Working on that dream since he rapped in the cradel but
But but here we go we get hard
Here we go he get hard
F*ck a critic, sing the song!
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
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Doc Wop - WANNABE Lyrics
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Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Got this from a Ghostface repertoire
Hit 'em with the boom-bap nilla brother seeing stars
P Cap, snap back, take a lap, finish last
Anybody ask say he workin' on the bombast
Another fat cracker looking for a biscuit
Walkin' like he strapped just so nobody gon' miss him
Spittin' like his mama ain't the only girl that kiss him
While he at the bar drinking three dollar piss and um
He always stoney, acting like hey low key
Prolly hop a spot when he shavin' up his domey
Always cooking up a story for the homies bout the
Buddy Sianci days he spent out up in Rhody
He had to cool, loot, taking two shoots, no hooks
Ain't nobody that nobody gave a quick look
So one day he take his own life put it down on the wax
Throw up a deuce and wrote the chorus onto the track
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Get that cheese, baby working on that VST
Can it be that we got another D.O.C.?
Apparently naturally, he gonna get that GDP
Ain't getting ahead of me, he gonna tell them whack MC's
And when he get a sale he gonna spend it
Bubblin on that one ten like he Pacc without the pennant
Never told to save a track or a penny
Telling all the fly honey bout the track gon get a Grammy
Eyyy but he eatin' on his Wheaties
Making like a track a week more he's got deleted
Plans on doing like five beats a day for three summers
Get up on the cloud hits to rack numbers
And then he gonna push up on the label
Working on that dream since he rapped in the cradel but
But but here we go we get hard
Here we go he get hard
F*ck a critic, sing the song!
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Got this from a Ghostface repertoire
Hit 'em with the boom-bap nilla brother seeing stars
P Cap, snap back, take a lap, finish last
Anybody ask say he workin' on the bombast
Another fat cracker looking for a biscuit
Walkin' like he strapped just so nobody gon' miss him
Spittin' like his mama ain't the only girl that kiss him
While he at the bar drinking three dollar piss and um
He always stoney, acting like hey low key
Prolly hop a spot when he shavin' up his domey
Always cooking up a story for the homies bout the
Buddy Sianci days he spent out up in Rhody
He had to cool, loot, taking two shoots, no hooks
Ain't nobody that nobody gave a quick look
So one day he take his own life put it down on the wax
Throw up a deuce and wrote the chorus onto the track
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Get that cheese, baby working on that VST
Can it be that we got another D.O.C.?
Apparently naturally, he gonna get that GDP
Ain't getting ahead of me, he gonna tell them whack MC's
And when he get a sale he gonna spend it
Bubblin on that one ten like he Pacc without the pennant
Never told to save a track or a penny
Telling all the fly honey bout the track gon get a Grammy
Eyyy but he eatin' on his Wheaties
Making like a track a week more he's got deleted
Plans on doing like five beats a day for three summers
Get up on the cloud hits to rack numbers
And then he gonna push up on the label
Working on that dream since he rapped in the cradel but
But but here we go we get hard
Here we go he get hard
F*ck a critic, sing the song!
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Stitched up by another block's heat
Every new label had to cop beats
All my nilla friends they would tell me
All you gonna be is a wannabe
Got all my life to work for my money
Turn around and put it into beats for the honeys
So what the f*ck you sayin' I ain't drip steez?
All I wanna be is a wannabe
Writer: Daniel Kuhn
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid