Letra Ron Burgundy - Tyler Thomas

Ron Burgundy

I guess it’s true the loudest niggas be the weakest ones
And usually the price is paid by the decent ones.
I seen it happen more than often in my recent fun
He poke his chest without a vest, he grab the peace he run
Now he dressed in all black sayin peace to some
Can’t explain it to the kids, well at least they young
I think a nigga automatic when I reach the tongue
Especially when samples spinnin and they beat the drums
I even think it’s kinda crazy how I fell into this
I was high school jock on some letterman shit
Just a shorty runnin game on my Edelman shit.
Didn’t make it now my memories is medals and shit
I gotta couple of excuses and etc. shit
But I made it to 22 without some federal shit
On some hetero shit, I got love for my niggas fasho
And you may have a lotta niggas but my niggas fasho
Just a shortie runnin game on my Edelman shit
Didn’t make it now my memories is medals and shit
I got shortie runnin game on my Edelman shit
Didn’t make it now my memories is medals and shit
Mister I don’t give a fuck up in this muthafucka
Ain’t too many I can trust up in this muthafucka
I met the woman of my dreams it was a hard adjustment
So much shit inside my past but I had to flush it
Excuse my language I just say whatever feels appealin'
Apologize to senior citizens… younger children
But all you fuckers in between should prolly pay attention
I’m rippin ears I’m Tyson
Holyfield the Holy feel the sermons only deal to walk a lonely trail
Despite intentions you intended for the ones that hold you still, for real
All is God and God is only where you hold your fears
Never let another soul control how you tryna live
How often is you fakin' the funk
Only time I get alone is when I’m takin a dump
Only time I’m in the zone is when I’m facin' a blunt
And only time I feel at home is when I’m scratchin' my nuts