Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yummy
Yummy
Vocals
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Vocals
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Jude Jolicoeur
David Jude Jolicoeur
Songwriter
Kelvin Mercer
Kelvin Mercer
Songwriter
Vincent Mason
Vincent Mason
Songwriter
Skip Scarborough
Skip Scarborough
Songwriter
Shuggie Otis
Shuggie Otis
Songwriter
Leslie Weinstein
Leslie Weinstein
Songwriter
James Dewitt Yancey
James Dewitt Yancey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Dilla
J Dilla
Producer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer
Ryan
Ryan
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No doubt, y'all care anymore about this hip-hop, man?
I mean, how far will you punk motherfuckers go
For fifteen seconds of fame?
Microwave popcorn-ass ****
Yeah, we give you much more longevity, baby
Ayo, Dave
[Verse 2]
Yo, it's been instilled in me since infinite y'all
Using these minutes like I value the call
Put your money in the bank and hold rank
Over friends who ain't got leadership skills
I got the sheep in my eyes, so I can't sleep
We like the land and lay the brand old way
Grand operate the stand away, L.I. shiest
I play the Xbox instead of fucking with dice
I hate losing to those who walk away with my dough 'cause I dozed
Tracy broke me, and now she wanna see the resident provoking me
To pop wheelies on my bicycle, watch her eyes twinkle
One house, two houses,  third house
House rules, so house take bank
Watch Dave bank
Banner had 'em on the hawk since Atlanta
Extravaganza, gamma ray rap, I make the Hulk snap
Jump back like James Brown, hey now
When the liquor over we smoking the hay now
Delegate numero dos, I holla out the sound of lost
And keep the island close to me
[Verse 3]
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me, gotta believe me
[Verse 4]
I got verb skills, babies and bills
Brothers who smoke krills
And still tryna get himself together from it
No one can quite run it like me
I'm on the cutting edge of what's alleged to be hot
And when you rock, it's just impersonations of me
The rightest MC, MP with the V in the middle
I belittle your plan, courtesy of NY, Dirty C, my man
My base of fans are made up of many
With kids allergic to belts, letting they mind melt
From drinking the Henny
And them straight and narrow types who be waiting to hear
Them drums say the revolution is near, are you listening?
Are your eardrums open for christening?
We got by the MCs with these tools
Lots of others play God, they just Goddamn fools with it
I don't cuff mics, I rough mics up, rough and rugged
Get the girls to love it
Still in all five-oh, came to my mic check
Telling me I left lacerations around my mic's neck
Domestically disputed and you just might get
The undisputed underdog serving y'all threat
[Verse 5]
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
Much more than they could ever see
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
[Verse 6]
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
I need you to believe me, yeah
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
That's how it's always gonna be, believe me
[Verse 7]
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
I need you to believe me, yeah
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
It's how it's always gonna be, believe me
[Verse 8]
Much more is what we got in store
Just believe me
You gotta believe me
Much more than they can see
Is how it'll always be, believe me
It's much more than they can see, oh oh
Written by: David Jude Jolicoeur, Felix Pappalardi, James Dewitt Yancey, John Ventura, Kelvin Mercer, Leslie Weinstein, Norman Landsberg, Shuggie Otis, Skip Scarborough, Vincent Mason
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