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Ah, Mr 21? It's just K Here's your green room per your rider All right, all right, cool Uh, there's bottled water (okay) and potato chips (All right) And there's bitches (all right, someone get this guy) Whaddup Fest? They want us to rhyme tonight Well K, them ma'fuckers better get the rider right Well, first up, I need some vodka with lime on ice But not a cup worth, I need a lifetime supply Five-six but I'm eating like I'm twice the size So I want tempura chicken with a side of rice A shot of Malört, Fest, then we all afloat Two ma'fuckers rockin' like Hall and Oates 'Til then I get blunted with rastas And when police come then I run with no justice The bread of the house, call me 'Pane di Casa' Just give us the bread, they can end the discussion They better get the rider right Or we ain't gonna riot tonight I swear I was finna stage dive tonight Look man, I was finna start a drunken fight Get the rider right, get the rider right Get live tonight, get the rider right Like Rider, get your fuckin' life SongtexteRight uh, get it fuckin' right I want the yellow M'n'Ms with the nuts out I want five bad hoes with their butts out Backstage, we all drunk and drugged out Who the let the ugly groupies in? Get the fuck out! If you wanna see a show that's outta sight I want a smoke machine with a lot of lights Oh God, niggas better get my rider right Or I'ma swing on 'em like Peter Parker with the spider bite K, I wanna show the crowd all I am I wanna dance to a Michael Jackson hologram But Rhymefest, that's like five-hundred-fifty grand They got fifty-thousand motherfucker in the stands I don't understand (Here's your cocaine, Mr Fest) Where the hell is my weed and my M'n'Ms? I ain't a guy that's hard to get along with Rock a song with, the show ain't right, I postpone it They better get the rider right Or we ain't gonna riot tonight I swear I was finna stage dive tonight Look man, I was finna start a drunken fight Get the rider right, get the rider right Get live tonight, get the rider right Like Rider, get your fuckin' life Right uh, get it fuckin' right Puffin on somethin' like nothin', stay crushin' A rapper that's cheesy like Queso De Papa's It's effortless, easy, I flex 'til they're dust And with Fest on the cut, all the heads know what's up man Man, fuck paper cups, we gon' fill up a tub If I'm dead by tomorrow we livin' it up Break a leg out there, I walk on a crutch My bitch is Italian, my blunt is a Dutch I spit automatic, come through on the clutch The rider, what's in it? You fuckin' it up Get the rider right Aus Songtexte Mania