Telegraph Songtext
von Caleborate

Yeah, yeah, yeah
5
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh

Ten toes down, nigga
Ego on the ground, nigga
Tell them fuck niggas quit that bitchin′ right now

I know you love the sound
It sound like the town


Ridin' down Telly, smoke is touchin′ the clouds
I'm pitchin' on the mound
I′m servin′ on you clowns
I push my girl whip, somethin' foreign swangin′ 'round
I know these niggas ain′t down
Know these hoes don't really love me
Know that money ain′t real, it just affect how they judge me
See, I'm a one-of-one dude, my granny would probably cut you
I was playin' Hov, my big homies playin′ Krush Grooves
I know who I am, I told myself, "Dog, trust you"

I know what I am, about a check like one, two
Or better yet, Nike, I do this shit for my young dudes
I just run and gun in the West, yeah, like the Suns do
Take advice, but still do my shit or they′ll try to son you
All y'all hatin′ on the young nigga get a fuck you
And all y'all hatin′ on these girls fuckin' get a fuck you too
Let a nigga live, I′m just tryna find comfortable
Excuse the expletives, I got a lot to give
But get up out my way if you ain't tryna get rich, uh