Earvin Magic Johnson Lyrics

Earvin Magic Johnson Lyrics

On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this b**ch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can't trust you built for Cuban Links unless we tied in
Shout to Rae and Ghost

Can it all be so simple? One of my favorite quotes
From 42nd Street days and pimps wear the suede loafs
That McDonalds is still there where we had to trade blows
Then I stood on stages
Australia on occasion
Country Club, House of Blues, stadium status hands wavin'
Hip Hop 50 celebration, funny we the same age and
We just keep on getting iller, word to Heavy, word to Dilla

Word to Hev, word to Dilla
Milk D, I'm Top Billin'
Cooked in soul, grandma's skillet
And they rearrange my quotes
Try to make me out the villain
Have you jammed up like what you spread on toast
Here's a dose of that interesting poetry
Other's wishing they wrote
We don't smell y'all smoke, you should try a different approach
Word to Hev, word to Dilla
Overweight pockets for my niggas to the scales tippin', get it?

On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this b**ch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can't trust you built for Cuban Links unless we tied in
I can't trust you built for Cuban Links unless we tied in
I can't trust you built for none of this unless we tied in

Family ties, squad ties, money ties
Suit and ties, shoes tied, ready to ride, choose a side
Thought I told you all the time that we was surfin'
And you know I'm down for my niggas, free C-Murder
f**k the chat, you know that I'm 'bout my mathematics
When you run up mad numbers, yeah, that's when they get the maddest
Acrobatics with the alphabets, I gave out Pateks
And I gave out Roleys and new Ranges to the baddest
Plus I wear the scars from streets
Ducking the mark of the beast
I know some brothers doin' life they say Nas talkin' for me
My brother Will for real, he used to thug on thugs
I'm throwin' George Washingtons 'cause we them ones, uh

Word to Hev, word to Dilla
Rest up, half a million on an island all alone, I still ball
Me and Wilson put up 40 on the board
At the Forum, like I'm Magic and Kareem on the floor
Pat Riley on the bench callin' plays, I just score
Callin' plays, we just score
Word to Hev, word to Dilla
Milk D, I'm Top Billin'
Cooked in soul, grandma's skillet, get it

On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this b**ch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can't trust you built for Cuban Links unless we tied in
I can't trust you built for Cuban Links unless we tied in
I can't trust you built for none of this unless we tied in