Lazer Gun Carrying

Yeah...

So much sound like dirt today

Turn on the radio and it make you thirst away

Like a dumb bitch lookin' for nerds today

Or like good food, dig in ya' purse to pay

Sometime it make me so sad like the worst of days

It's in the street makin' cats where the earth decays

Then I seen a little black boy with a shirt that say

Don't you miss the fucking classics like purple rain

You need something to cool you off

Man, my beat like a bitch because you and your car

It shine bright like the night and the moon and the stars

And I wake up and make more by noon tomorrow

Now, the critics ask will we be dumbing it down

Says N.E.R.D. is not coming around

What, sit and watch who you summin the sound

If I catch you when I see you I'm gunnin' it down

Because

I am the laser gun carryin

(The laser gun carryin')

The laser gun carryin

(The laser gun carryin')

The laser gun carryin

Milky way master

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What did you expect, it's the reemergence

Loosin ya neck, shorty get to jerkin'

You rockin with the best, and that's for certain

It's almost like your ears are now virgin

Ready fresh, wet for insertion

It's like your first time with insurgen

Except you're screwed you're locked, you're sippin syrup

Now mami, close your eyes

Like curtains

Look who coolin it off

We be tearin down show for the moon tomorrow

Stay in the future, what you think you they can rule tomorrow

That's like Larry Bird came and just schooled Jabaar

You should be happy, that should be news to ya'll

Like a little boy hearin no school tomorrow

That's the point, ain't no beatin or runnin around

Violate me when I see you, I'm gunnin it down

I am the laser gun carryin

(The laser gun carryin')

The laser gun carryin

(The laser gun carryin')

The laser gun carryin

Milky way master

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One more time, c'mon!

I am the laser gun carryin

(The laser gun carryin')

The laser gun carryin

(The laser gun carryin')

The laser gun carryin

Milky way master

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I am a product of flex

A product of clue

A product of Interscope

A product of you

A product of my parents, my little brother too

A product of cam

A product of ganoo

So the beat gotta be like stealth in dark

I mean, the beat gotta knock ya helmet off

Knock you crab ass niggas who's shells is soft

Show you're pussy and you only do well in talk

I kill pussy, kill beats, kill real word

I can't decide, am I Lucas or Spielberg

They pay a night to see me, a night to TV

cause I'm bright like the finger that lights on E.T.

In a flash a sonny went down

Didn't want to see it but you confrontin' it now

Draw your mind in the sand til you done in the ground

And if a nigga step across me I'm gunnin' it down

And tell em

I am the laser gun carryin

(The laser gun carryin')

The laser gun carryin

(The laser gun carryin')

The laser gun carryin

Milky way master

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