[Verse 1 Large Professor] Sitting in the big house filling his mouth Then he got up and went to go chill on the couch And watch TV, lit up a blunt, was not breathing Airways, for days kid, looked like a threering Circus act, look at the shirt on his back Need a neck smack, used to walk out the left rack Now he cant even walk to the store Need a vehicle, next he gon need a miracle Some villains he was banging with was ill Cause they laughed behind his back and then go to his crib and chill And watch him smoke more and drink more And think poor without saying shit to the boy I seen him one day, making my way to the city Looking like he was doing selfpity Said man, throw the selfpity pit in the can Basically, in a nutshell, this is what Im saying [Hook] x2 You gotta get off yo ass You gotta get on your [job] You gotta get off yo ass You gotta get on your feet [Verse 2] Its going, its going, its going, its gone Opportunity only once come along Some everyodd years, wherever I is I seize the moment to see some Roman Numerals, in piles and piles With the creamy French dressing or Thousand Isles All salad, unravel a bank roll and pile it Then go and get another stack, rolling with the wolf pack Main street blessings, effervescence Ever since God called me back to the lessons I flourished, stepped with courage, to get [errich] Or richer, in either direction, you get the picture Crystalclear like diamond wristwear Another hot heatseeking missile for your ear On fire, on the flyer in big letters is LARGE, bringing the medicine Been banging ever since riots out in Cali Remember in 85, was at the rally Traveled the globe and the worlds beyond Not dissing, just listen to the words in the song [Outro] Another public service announcement from your friendly neighborhood Large Professor Get off yo ass, and get on yo feet! And keep your beat to the street! [Hook] x2
selfpity, pile, large, professor, errich