Hey Bob, did you watch the American Music Awards?
We had a lot of money invested in that thing
I was with my wife, we were in Miami
What did you do?
Oh, you were up in, uh, Glens Falls?
What are you doing, skiing up there?
Oh, okay
Well hit me on my Blackberry
I gotta tell you something about those stupid niggers
We're promoting them
We're giving them the best laser and light shows
I mean, we're getting a chunk of every album they're putting out
They're only getting the peanuts and the beans
But they think they're large in their minds
We give them skirts, we give them costumes
We give them stars on their doors in their own room
But I'm gonna tell you who we are
I run the music business, they call me white man
Blacks don't own jack, remix, throwback
I own the masters, I'm big disaster
I sign you faster
I give you cars, niggers, I give you houses
I got that real cash
I let you floss pass, I let you spend on ass
Take them planes, boy, I let you first class
They call me white man, I got that better plan
Bob, Lenny, Frank, Pete
Celebrating another success
Can I have some champagne too?
Get out there and do your thing
Remember, we sit in the back (We do sit in the back)
We look at girls tease, they call us industry
You hold your plaques, we buy you Maybachs
We buy poolside, we relax
Girls walk, girls talk
Men walk, men talk
It's all gossip to us
Gossip, it's all gossip
Gossip, it's all gossip
Gossip, it feels good
It feels good
Hey Jim, let's dance
I'm gonna celebrate another success
Success, success, success, success, success, success, success, success
Hey Frank, I'm gonna take another vacation
Yeah, don't text me anymore
Hit me on my, my other phone
Bob, Lenny, Frank, Pete
Bob, Lenny, Frank, Pete
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