Dom Kennedy – Popularity Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse]
You been on my mind since we met, love
So nasty they forgot what triple X was
I put two fingers up and all the experts
With Dom K she do her best work
In my world they judge a man by his net worth
Teach him how to buy clothes, not invest first
Chain hanging on my Gosha sweatshirt
The Grey Goose in my system make the Benz swerve
Don’t change who you are for popularity
If she trippin’ just let her leave
No shame in my game, I’ma let it be
Keep everything so letter G
She asked me how I know so many strippers
She asked me how I know so many strippers

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Verse 2]
Since Troy Aikman, I been penetrating
Got authentic tags on my jersey’s
2 a.m. but to me it’s still early
And sometimes fine bitches curve me
I don’t get upset, I get massages
And 12 packs of Hanes socks at the Target
Been hit Balenc’, told em charge it
Stacks was against me cause I’m dark skin
Me and number 7 in the same boat
I love Malcolm X too, I got the game sewn
I don’t get to sell shit to get my chain froze
Diamond in the ruff, ya’ll rainbows
I got on all black with these Stan Smiths
Don’t make me have to hop another damn fence
Have me on the ropes but I’m Cassius
Pink Ace of Spade, no glasses

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in (haha)
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Outro]

Kano – Old School Lyrics

Ayo, MJ
Let me tell these people why I’m old school, man
I am not a Myspace MC, I’m a pirate MC
From Flava to DeJa
From Rinse to Major

[Hook]
Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it comes to the roads, I lock that
Cause when it come to the flows I got that
Got cash, you could never try rob that
So move, the guy don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A I’m old skool

[Verse 1]

Look, I’m vocal but a lot of blokes chat a lot of breeze
But with me it’s emotional, nigga I’m old skool
Like Opal Fruits, gobstoppers or screw balls
You new born babies, I’m a vet yep they know the cool
Spittin’ through they headphones, no vocal booth
Look I go back like Flava FM, Tel still owes me some paper
Way before DeJa, (?) tapes with AB and the
Sound labs, no turntables 12-10’s
And I was housing G, like closer than close
Till I found the MIC and the vocals I wrote
I’m so cool with my old skool shit, Adidas shell toes and my Stan Smiths
In EH with a PH, 3-3-7
From cassettes now it’s my CD selling

[Hook]

Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it came to the scene, I locked that
Cause when it come to the green, I stop that
Got cash, you can never try rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A, so old skool
Hahaha niggas ain’t old skool like me

[Verse 2]

Niggas know why I’m boss on the beat
Hardcore, never go soft on the street
From Boys Love Girls to London Town
I toured the world but locked London down
But certain reputations ain’t deserving
Certain MC’s ain’t put the work in
But I had a few tunes before YouTube
And I was a known face before Channel U
From PP, wrets and EQ
In my Prada Straps and fucked Evisu’s
Me and Danger Mouse but I’m no Penfold
And my intro, do I play? N-O
Look, look, that’s one of my old skool lyrics
And I was in Eskimo, reloadin’ it
But some MC’s there were pissed I gone clear
And yeah I could win that battle on the stairs

[Hook]

Rude boy, don’t watch that
When it came to the scene, I locked that
Cause when it come to the green, I stop that
Got cash, you can never try rob that
So move nigga, I don’t know you
That means you ain’t old skool
From one pound pizza to note ball
K to the A, I’m old skool