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dj discretion - no role modelz (remix) lyrics

[intro – the notorious b.i.g. & *2pac*]
*part 2*
this alb-m is dedicated to all the teachers that told me i’d never amount to nothing
*gotta hit you with a hot track*
down to the east coast to the
*westside!*
i’m blowing up like you thought i would, like you thought i would

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
it was all a dream, i used to read word up! magazine
salt-n-pepa and heavy d up in the limousine
hangin’ pictures on my wall
every saturday rap attack, mr. magic, marley marl
i let my tape rock ’til my tape popped
smokin’ weed on bambu, sippin’ on private stock
way back, when i had the red and black lumberjack
with the hat to match
remember rappin’ duke? duh-ha, duh-ha
you never thought that hip hop would take it this far
now i’m in the limelight, ’cause i rhyme tight
time to get paid, blow up like the world trade
born sinner, the opposite of a winner
remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner
peace to ron g, brucey b, kid capri
funkmaster flex, lovebug starski

[verse 2: j. cole]
first things first rest in peace uncle phil
for real, you the only father that i ever knew
i get my b-tch pregnant i’ma be a better you
prophesies that i made way back in the ville
fulfilled, listen even back when we was broke my team ill
martin luther king would have been on dreamville
talk to a nigga

[pre-chorus]
one time for my la sisters
one time for my la hoes
lame niggas can’t tell the difference
one time for a nigga who knows

[chorus]
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved

[verse 3: j. cole]
no role models and i’m here right now
no role models to speak of
searchin’ through my memory, my memory, i couldn’t find one
last night i was gettin’ my feet rubbed
by the baddest b-tch; not trina, but i swear to god
this b-tch’ll make you call your girl up and tell her
“hey, what’s good?”
“sorry i’m never comin’ home, i’mma stay for good”
then hang the phone up, and proceed to lay the wood
i came fast like 9-1-1 in white neighborhoods
ain’t got no shame ’bout it
she think i’m spoiled and i’m rich ’cause i can have any b-tch
i got defensive and said, “nah, i was the same without it”
but then i thought back, back to a better me
before i was a b-list celebrity
before i started callin’ b-tches “b-tches” so heavily
back when you could get a platinum plaque without no melody
you wasn’t sweatin’ me

[pre-chorus]
one time for my la sisters
one time for my la hoes
lame niggas can’t tell the difference
one time for a nigga who knows

[chorus]
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved

[verse 4: 2pac]
now, ever since a nigga was a seed
only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
still ballin’, ridin’ on these niggas ‘cause they lame
in a ’61 chevy, still heavy in this game
can you feel me? blame it on my mama, i’m a thug nigga
up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
tell me if it’s on, nigga, then we first to bomb
bust on these b-tch-made niggas, hit ’em up, westside!
ain’t nobody loved me as a broke nigga
finger on the trigger, lord forgive me if i smoke niggas
i love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back
i get my currency in stacks, california is where i’m at ridin’
p-ssed by while these niggas wondered why
i got shot but didn’t die, let ’em see who’s next to try
did i cry? hell nah, nigga, tears shed, for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a nigga still ballin’

[bridge]
fool me one time, shame on you
fool me twice, can’t put the blame on you
fool me three times, fuck the peace sign
load the chopper, let it rain on you
fool me one time, shame on you
fool me twice, can’t put the blame on you
fool me three times, fuck the peace sign
load the chopper, let it rain on you

[verse 5: j. cole]
my only regret was too young for lisa bonet
my only regret was too young for nia long
now all i’m left with is hoes from reality shows
hand her a script the b-tch probably couldn’t read along
my only regret was too young for sade adu
my only regret, could never take aaliyah home
now all i’m left with is hoes up in greystone
with the stale face ’cause they know it’s they song
she shallow, but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
she shallow, but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
she shallow, but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)
she shallow, but the pussy deep (she shallow, she shallow)

[chorus]
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved
don’t save her
she don’t wanna be saved

- dj discretion lyrics

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