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Tarsha Vega – Leroy! lyrics
Who's that on my answering machine
Leaving me a message freak my dreams -
Got my number from a friend at a magazine
X-Friend now all my calls they get screened
Yo I'm over minor leagues
Now I'm up in the game
For a fee of 2 G's trademark my name
Leroy I be the mellow never front on the fame
But there's a hole in yo brain a gap a synapse
In my synopsis it started with 2 struggling rappers
There was you the unemployed
I freaked commercials as an actor
Tryin' to make moves but you was all about yo mouth
You got gassed up by ya moms ay yo I had to break out
Ya laughed I held you back heard you whisper what I lack
But when you 2 faced your rep gets smoked like stems of crack
You better run from me homey
Ya heard Leroy said what's the matter wit you boy
Leroy
Leroy, what are you doin'!
Leroy
Like Lauryn Hill say music is supposed to inspire
I signed with rca peace to Seymour at Sire
Ya quick ta brag about ya wack mc battles in Long Island
Who ya sign with Leroy the phone goes silent
Ooh you didn't call me when you was dissin' my demo
Ooh -you didn't call me when you was coolin' in the limo of my'
Favorite rapper damn you had a crush on him
Leroy ya just a greedy groupie male groupies ain't in
So I think that Tarsha Vega need the caller I. D.
Ya bugga boo ya buggin' me don't take it personally
I flee from those who do the shifty
Bag em in the Hefty with the cinch sack you yap
I snap ya back like Richard Pryor
You a big mouth and I'm the orthodon'tist with the pliers and
The wires in a crossword puzzle
The "L" in Leroy connects w/Liar
Leroy, you got a loose screw!
Leroy
Leroy, what are you doin'!
Leroy
Verbs scribin' Leroy always end up bein' wasted
Cause Leroy ain't creative verbal weapons ain't abrasive
Style be calculated like spread sheets on computers
He be standin' on line at the local rap recruiters
You be all that you can be me I'm Tarsha V from the
Boogie Down like krs from bdp
Leroy, you oughta call em up he A&are at Reprise
Here the phone go "Beep"
Dancehall vox
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong wit cho line
When I dial up Tarsha Vega
Me gets a click click every ti-ime
Leroy!
Leroy, what are you doin'!
Leroy!
Leaving me a message freak my dreams -
Got my number from a friend at a magazine
X-Friend now all my calls they get screened
Yo I'm over minor leagues
Now I'm up in the game
For a fee of 2 G's trademark my name
Leroy I be the mellow never front on the fame
But there's a hole in yo brain a gap a synapse
In my synopsis it started with 2 struggling rappers
There was you the unemployed
I freaked commercials as an actor
Tryin' to make moves but you was all about yo mouth
You got gassed up by ya moms ay yo I had to break out
Ya laughed I held you back heard you whisper what I lack
But when you 2 faced your rep gets smoked like stems of crack
You better run from me homey
Ya heard Leroy said what's the matter wit you boy
Leroy
Leroy, what are you doin'!
Leroy
Like Lauryn Hill say music is supposed to inspire
I signed with rca peace to Seymour at Sire
Ya quick ta brag about ya wack mc battles in Long Island
Who ya sign with Leroy the phone goes silent
Ooh you didn't call me when you was dissin' my demo
Ooh -you didn't call me when you was coolin' in the limo of my'
Favorite rapper damn you had a crush on him
Leroy ya just a greedy groupie male groupies ain't in
So I think that Tarsha Vega need the caller I. D.
Ya bugga boo ya buggin' me don't take it personally
I flee from those who do the shifty
Bag em in the Hefty with the cinch sack you yap
I snap ya back like Richard Pryor
You a big mouth and I'm the orthodon'tist with the pliers and
The wires in a crossword puzzle
The "L" in Leroy connects w/Liar
Leroy, you got a loose screw!
Leroy
Leroy, what are you doin'!
Leroy
Verbs scribin' Leroy always end up bein' wasted
Cause Leroy ain't creative verbal weapons ain't abrasive
Style be calculated like spread sheets on computers
He be standin' on line at the local rap recruiters
You be all that you can be me I'm Tarsha V from the
Boogie Down like krs from bdp
Leroy, you oughta call em up he A&are at Reprise
Here the phone go "Beep"
Dancehall vox
Mr. Telephone man
There's something wrong wit cho line
When I dial up Tarsha Vega
Me gets a click click every ti-ime
Leroy!
Leroy, what are you doin'!
Leroy!
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