Paid In Full

This is a journey into sound

This is a journey into sound
A journey which, along the way, will bring to you new color, new dimension, new value

When all is ready, I throw this switch
Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Pump that bass
Im nin'alu
Daltei n'divim
You make me feel so good

We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a special news bulletin
From our on the spot task force
Oh my gosh, the music just turns me on

Thinkin' of a master plan
Def wit' the record, def wit' the record
Thinkin' of a master plan
Def wit' the record, def wit' the record

Thinkin' of a master plan
'Cause ain't nothin' but sweat inside my hand
So I dig into my pocket, all my money spent
So I dig deeper but still comin' up wit' lint
So I, start my mission, leave my residence
Thinkin' how could I get some dead presidents
I need money, I used to be a stick-up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
1, 2, 3, 4

I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nothin' funny
Stop smilin', be still, don't nothin' move but the money
But now I learned to earn, 'cause I'm righteous
I feel great, so maybe I might just
Search for a 9 to 5, if I strive
Then maybe I stay alive
So I walk up the street, whistlin' this
Feelin' out of place, 'cause man, do I miss

A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape'a
Me and Eric B., and a nice big plate'a
Fish, which is my favorite dish
But wit'out no money it's still a wish
'Cause I don't like to dream about gettin' paid
So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I made
So now's a test to see if I got pull
Hit the studio, 'cause I'm paid in full

1, 2, 3, unh
By George, even London grooves
Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Wait a minute, you better talk to my mother

Im nin'alu
Oh, hahaha
El Chai mareimawm
Okay
Oh, hahaha
Alright
Oh, hahaha

Yo, what happened to peace?
Peace
1, 2, 3, 4
Def wit' the record, def wit' the record
It's so fresh
Goodnight kids