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brian reith - go on lyrics

[intro: b.reith (security guard)]
hey, what’s up. i’m b.reith. i’m here to perform
(b who?)
b.reith
(b…no. you’re not on the roster)
what you mean i’m not on the roster? y’all called me to do a show here, man. what you…
(exactly what– you’re not on the roster!)
well look a little closer i must be…
(i’m looking. you’re not on the roster. now get outta line)
hey, what’s that over there?
(where? huh? security!)

[verse 1]
here we go, yup, yup, i know
you ain’t never seen it done like this before
long hair, blue eyes, yes, yes, i flow
yes, i sing, plus i bring the ill beats that be
sizzlin’ man like bacon grease
back when i had short hair they called me jason priestley
but time p-ssed, i had to mature
see i’m trying to be the next ashton kutcher
mock my style, i dare you, yo
watch me pop one out of your stereo
i spit more rounds then a merry go
i flip more sounds then a karaoke machine
b-team, this has been my dream
since back when al green was lean, my scheme
my plot, rise to the top as one of the best
i’m trying to be the white kanye west, you heard me?
that was a joke, in case you didn’t get it
i’m one in a million, custom-fitted
if you ain’t with it, then hit the exit
don’t disrespect this, i’ll leave you breathless

[hook]
go on
hey dj play that funky song that i like but
i can’t recall the name
i think it goes like la-da-da
la-da-da-da-da-da
by some guy named b. reith, yeah
i think that was his name
play that funky song

[verse 2]
it’s messed up when they can’t say your name right
b. reeth, b. right, no, i’m b. reith!
hear the -th at the end like
thank you for saying it wrong again
what do i gotta do to get some respect around here?
start fronting like i’m crazy and throwing round chairs?
would you quit telling people that i’m from brown deer?
really man, what you trying to do, k!ll my career?
it’s bad enough they didn’t put my name on the roster
now they’re trying to claim that i’m a j.c. chavez impostor
what? where’s my manager? wait, it’s me
at times like these i wish i had a fake id
so i tell the bouncer, “hey, where’s the bathroom?
it’s an emergency, dude, i’ll be back soon”
sneak to the stage, hand my cd to the dj
tell him, “when i cue it, hit play”, ready?

[hook]

[bridge]
hey dj, please won’t you give me a chance so i
can drop this beat and make these people dance now
one thing is clear they’re gonna like what they hear
so lend me your ear and just watch me get my groove on

[verse 3]
you know you’re broke when you sing for free
thinkin’ that you’ll make some money if you bring cds
show up, the sound system is soundin’ like garbage
my man where you buy this microphone from? target?
it’s funny how the same people that mean-mug you
will come up to you after the show and try to hug you
no matter how tight you are on the mic
there’s always one hater that’s like “he’s alright, i’m better though”
it’s sort of sad but i had to laugh
i thought this girl wanted my autograph
i said, “hey how you doin’? what’s your name?” she said”it’s margie!
sorry to bother you, but can i borrow that sharpie?”
“what? don’t you know who i am, girl?”
“no, wait, are you that dude from ‘that 70’s show?'”
shoot, i played it off, said, “yup that’s me”
“oh my gosh, here, sign this b.reeth cd”
“you’re kidding me.”

[hook x2]

[outro]
play that, play
play that funky song
song

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