Текст песни Shine On Harvest Moon / For Me And My Gal - Mitch Miller & The Gang

I hear these kids and they trying to spit, but they sound so ass and I am the shit.
No you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me). you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me). They tell their friends that they're gonna blow. Once they on the stage everybody go home.
No you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me). You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy not nothing on me). The youngin spitting like tobacco sharper than a jacto. Now flow tighter than a lasso. Louis shade on my movie star shit looking like I'm dressed for the fucking red carpet.
You look like your outfit from target. what a bitch that smells like an armpit.
Damn that pussy stink, need to keep it clean.
Do it like a kids movie Homie keep it G PG-13, TV big screen. been getting money since the boy was 15.
But I spend it when I get it (q) wanted me to save it.
But I tell you wanna blow up when I make it.
Used to drop verses in the dirty ass basement.
Now I'm recording at places that Lil Wayne spit. Shit the future seem brighter than some neon. Bitch I'm just a dog tryna find a tree to pee on. Infinity and beyond beyond. thinking you can beat me?
Dream on (dream on). I'm so hard. got more bars than a damn jail yard. you slow like them damn little snails are.
Now you in space with the stars. So just chill for a second play the background. Ha Ha. Its time to make fool for the class clown. I hear these kids and they trying to spit. But they sound so ass and I am the shit.
No you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me). You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me). They tell their friends that they're gonna blow.
Once they on the stage everybody go home. no you got nothing on me boy. (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me). You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me). Hey.
Look.
Ah Labelled as a young man don't wanna get old. Little thing called hip hop stuck on my soul. Loving my shit coming up to a show.
Well it seems this young in here looking like a pro.
Now I look fresh but I always had hoes. we just tell yea always had those.
Gone so long now I'm coming back home.
So many calls, gotta get another phone. just to deal with the day-to-day routine.
But I'll always make a little time to dream.
Come with me you could learn a few things.
No I'm good don't need a new ring.
Hey!.
Hip hop's little brother like fonte. Little league no Danny Almonte. Bomb haze got me rising like Andrew.
Chilling, counting money with a couple of my hombres. I hear these kids and they trying to spit. But they sound so ass and I am the shit. No you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me)
You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy.
Not nothing on me)
They tell their friends that they're gonna blow. Once they on the stage everybody go home. no you got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me).
You got nothing on me boy (not not not nothing on me boy
Not nothing on me).