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lirik lagu b b jay - i told you so

(b.b. jay)
theres an old saying that every dog has his day
i want’chall to know a lil somthin somthin
every child of god has his season
and right about now, its all mine

yo, check it, check it
it seems as it was just yesterday i was doing po’ly
surrounded by jokers that couldn’t do nothing fo’ me
i was broker than a vase, living like a pauper
poverty followed me everywhere like a stalker
native new yorker, born in brook’lawn
grew up in jersey where you die if you look wrong
hooked on somethin coloussal (word to god)
holy hip-hop apostle (god squad)
original general, quite like a girdle
representin jesus the eternal life colonel
i’m over like a hurdle, harder than the t-rdle
lyrics healthier than herbal
b.b. jays st-rdy, never profane
never x-rated or dirty, never ashamed
(holy hustler) practice sold faithful
i’m on some holy holy, emcees be greatful

(hook: b.b. jay)

i hate to say i told you so, but didn’t i?
tell you i was gonna blow-up and be the bomb
everybody had mad jokes when i was strugglin
now i’m fat like that, what, word to god
i hate to say i told you so, but didn’t i?
tell you i was gonna blow-up and be the bomb
everybody had mad jokes when i was strugglin
now i’m fat like that, what, word to god

(b.b. jay)
check it
it all started way back when i was a chap in grade school
used to write songs an’ poems in the day room
every music award show, yo i stayed tuned
word to god, as true as i grew, kids made room
no doubt, rejection was a sho’ thing
never get love until you doing yo’ thang
you know how it is, around ghetto kids
hype, do you sign?
made a lot of rap fears when i drops mines
lotta cats did all they could to stop mines
recognize yo, you can’t stop the shine
or the glow, ice on ice, i make livin look pro
show ya right, the son of abraham i am
born american, culture african
a lotta of imposters i peeped your cheif-tan
i’m a holy hustler, backwards buster

(hook)

(b.b. jay)
i used to rock a lot, back in the day, back of the cl-ss
in back of the school, battlin for cash in back of tha cab
i used jack up a lotta (rap dummies)
i used to stak up a lotta (lunch money)
dough fo’ sho’ my flow was a number one
yo, i told you cats since day number one
b.b. jay ain’t nothin but a plan and a man
but little did you know i had the power of i am
all day from the getty up
even back when i was leaving cats belly up
with they skull cracked, uh huh
i ain’t always where i be at
used to get buzzed with cous’ like “where the tree at?”
life of sin, had to flee that, palm was icy
on my way to h-ll, believe that, on some shiesty
now i see clearly, holy life the nicest
fat pastor, loungin with the righteous

(hook x2)

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