Lookin' For A Contract ((Starving Artist Remix - Remastered)) Lyrics

Give it up yo cause you know it's fat

We're looking for a what

We're looking for a contract

Give it up yo cause you know it's fat

We're looking for a what

We're looking for a contract

Mr producer check this out

This rhyme explains what the concept is about

We've been down at the bottom of the barrel

Where people would rounded us and look down at us

Didn't have no money so we all got joked

By girls who kept saying y'all stay too broke

To go out with them like being broke is a crime

Because we were headed to the studio

Our last dime

Was spent on recording every cent

We were hoarding and scrimping and saving

Spending weeks without shaving

And yes I suppose

Without no money creativity grows

Tracking it down

Like a bloodhound

I need more contacts

I'm looking for a contract

Living like a roach on Skid Row

Yo I just had to pawn my Nintendo

So

I would go home and watch BET

But the people came over

And took my Cable TV

Cupboard is bare

And the food for my poodle

Is looking just as tasty

As the oodles of noodles

With Raymond pride

I owe them my life

With eighty-nine cents

You can get about

Five packs

And that's

A hell of a deal

When you go to the mailbox

And nothing but bills

Still, I guess this condition

Builds the ambition

To succeed in our mission

To make people dance

In the street in the Jeep

Or asleep

Or on top of a trash heap

Anywhere the front starts jumping

With the super dope certified bumping

Sound the AR man is bound to catch

So stop fronting

We're looking for a contract.

Give it up yo cause you know it's fat

We're looking for a what

We're looking for a contract

Give it up yo cause you know it's fat

We're looking for a what

We're looking for a contract

Give it up yo cause you know it's fat

We're looking for a what

We're looking for a contract

Give it up yo cause you know it's fat

I'm looking for a

I'm looking for a

Step back whack

Cause I'm on some old fat shit

Got to make a hit

But there's a fact there is a lot of

Booty rooty tooty bastards rapping

But ain't nothing happening

So why make me vexed?

You say my demo tapes wack

But it's a fact

Your artists are crazy Booty

Get off my dwick son

My rhyme fly like vixen

So ho ho ho and a bottle of dumb

A&R men

Who say that kid's in

With sloppy loops

And a tight zoot suit

Don't try to play me like bozo

Cause Bo knows

I'm nice and I'm twice as nice

So hold the sugar and spice

But back to the issue

Don't worry about an A&R man

That tried to diss you.

Stay true to your roots

And collect your contacts

cause I'm looking for a contract

You know it's fat

You know it's fat

You know it's fat

You know it's fat

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You know it's fat

You know it's fat

You know it's fat

You know it's fat

What

You know it's fat

You know it's fat

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