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Red Alert Lyrics

(Verse1)
Gin in my cup, so I ain't so sober
Girl on my d***, call me Cassanova
Ribs are broken, My name is Oprah
My girl talk too but she deal in chocha.'
Got the gold top like I'm one of the Brady's
Birthday s*** on the side, get that quick Mercedes
'Scuse me ladies! I know you wanna shoot me
Like my name's Jay Brady, but the cameras pay me
I wanna eat good Iike Rachel Ray
Pop tags on shoes on the 8th of May
My voice too high 'sposed to hold me back
They say the same f****** thing cause I'm young and black

Opposites attract
So not far from me is white dude with low voice and no money
Who gives a f*** if my voice sound funny
f*** friends, I got me a bi-buddy
I'm true life Iike I'm MTV
Hollywood like a six time three

I been goin' so crisp, get dressed in a fly a** t-shirt
Nike so tight they make your f*****' feet hurt
Jealous a** n***** when they see you rollin'
Same m*********** on Ceezie's s******
My sneeks so bright, and my girls so thick
Money so big call me Ceezie's d***
(Hook)
Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red alert)
It's a (red alert), it's a
Calling all haters all across the world it's a (red alert)
It's a (red alert), it's a

(Verse 2)
I shine so bright they should call me sunlight
Call me punk rock cause my jeans is too tight
Diesel boo boo, Michael jacket
Got one e'ry week. It's a nasty habit
Day eights and up, that my standard
Show 'em who's boss like Tony Danza
Take it across state get the nasty plate
With my bootleg s**, why m*********
It's the dude from the hood that you love to hate
Cause I got new shoes and I love to skate
Me and Lupe got it kick push
To show these p**** a** n***** why we f*** they bush
I used to have to sweep floors just to make the ends meet
The ends meetin' like a m***********. Ain't that sweet?
Why I'm deep with the kids like Phish on myspace
Now I'm on your fish scales like I hang with Ghostface
They say black don't crack, except for Whitney
My s*** don't crack, I fall off like Britney
To put it simply, I lose my balance
Cause I got a pink drink and it makes me tipsy
Live the high life, make the full price
You want my advice to get the five mics
You wanna put them fake a** guns away
Nah, I'm just kiddin' n****, you ain't got a chance anyway
(Hook) x 2
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