Songtexte Lola - Tech N9ne

Lola Morris, she lived on the next block
You know what I'm sayin'
And she's the one that told me to stop beatboxing and write a rap
And I came here and I wrote my first rap

Beatboxing for Anthony Hall and 'em
The money dog's rhymin', I'm thinkin' I'm hearin' the God in him
We on the bus home from Bangem'
A tiny voice said to me, "Leave that
Spittin' stuff 'lone and sing 'em"
Up to this point, I never ever touched songs or sling 'em
When she told me to write a verse that put a rush on the kingdom
Go, Lola, Lola, Lola, yo, I never wrote 'em so you know
But I'm a fan of rap so I got an idea on how it's supposed to go
Stare at me, stare at me, everybody on the bus, they stare at me
Hot seat like in therapy, so I can't let wack embarrass me
Now it's on, she gave me a task when I get home
To write a song, a verse will do but it gotta be strong
So off the dome, wrote eight bars, not too long
Called it D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z, right then my mind's blown, ayy
Hold up, hold up, hold up, when I spit this, they gonna go nuts
Felt that flow rush in my shoulders, nothin' vulgar when I wrote the
Beat inside of my head, wrote some heat and right on my bed
What I'm speakin' got me geekin', ain't no sleepin', fightin' my zeds
Rapped this the next day when I was in school all through my classes
'Cause messin' up on the bus ride home, it would be tragic
Sick all the girls and dudes on the bus might think it's average
And laugh, this I have it, it's magic
School's out, if I'm dope or wack on the bus, it gon' be ruled out
Whole damn bus turn around, lookin' at me, I'm thinkin', "Move, mouth"
Hit that beat on my chest and showed 'em all a new route
True clout spew to make them fools shout
Lola loved it (Yes, she did)
Lola loved it (Yes, she did)
My soldiers loved it and everybody that rode the buses
Let me get money dog, the only one lookin' at me wrong
'Cause think of D-O-N-T-E-Z-Z because he stands alone
Sound like a diss, sound like a diss
Could it be my dope rap hurt their melody, that like abyss
Wasn't intended, still rappin' really
Wasn't brought to hear this rampage
But Lola Morris ignited my love of lyrics always

What's up, what's up, what's up, love of lyrics always
What's up, what's up, what's up, love of lyrics always
What's up, what's up, what's up, love of lyrics always
Got the Nina bustin' 'til my stubble here is all gray