Stu Stoned by Stu Stone Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh, yah
Look ma, I made it! Well, not exactly
But I'm makin' it happen, gettin' paid for the rapping
A good ol' fashioned deal, a overnight success
After twenty-five years of blood, sweat, tears, no less
The following is brought to you by perseverance
And how you shouldn't judge a book by its appearance
'Bout goin' for the gusto, and don't fear shit
Yeah, your boy's yellin', but no one hears shit
It's about that time that I get heard
I'm killin' every syllable, you feelin' every word
I got 'em sayin' "Damn, man, it's absurd
"How this here nerd can twist them verbs
"Burn them herbs, kiss them birds
"Get Little Miss Muffet to get them curds!"
That was pretty much it, the spit of the year
One hit and it all gets shit from here
[Verse 2]
Uh, yah, uh
Came up listenin' to Tribe and Woo
Farside, Pete Rock, a little Nice & Smooth
I would study their delivery and practice every move
Started rhymin', callin' myself Stu the Jew
Got a little group and called it the Stone Movement
They said it had a good sound, but needed improvement
The song was kinda funny, kids keepin' it real
So I got with Jamie Kennedy and got me a deal
It was so surreal, went from mp3 to MTV
Hit CD, blowin' up two disc DVD
Yet somehow, bank account was still empty, still empty
Started workin' on an album with songs aplenty
And I gotta pay the label back the money they lent me
So I went to Warner Brothers, said "Give me a shot"
I got a sale I think the kids'll like a lot
[Verse 3]
Just another day in the music biz
It's still Stu Stone, just goin' for his
Tryin' to take my sound to the, to the next level
Imma be real, makin' deals with the devil
I hit the streets and pound the pavement
Callin' the A&R just to see how his day went
I'm tryin' to buy a car, I'm in need of a payment
He says we overbudget, I'm seein' what they spent
It's like the rich get richer and the poor, more poor
I'm takin' pictures with the bitches on my promo tour
Anything to sell a record, bring me the phone
'Cause Stu got you when it come to ringtone
In it to win it, you can read the reviews
You can catch me shillin' shirts on your evenin' news
It's all about the hustle, all about the grind
Stick with me, kid, 'cause it's my time
Uh, yah
Look ma, I made it! Well, not exactly
But I'm makin' it happen, gettin' paid for the rapping
A good ol' fashioned deal, a overnight success
After twenty-five years of blood, sweat, tears, no less
The following is brought to you by perseverance
And how you shouldn't judge a book by its appearance
'Bout goin' for the gusto, and don't fear shit
Yeah, your boy's yellin', but no one hears shit
It's about that time that I get heard
I'm killin' every syllable, you feelin' every word
I got 'em sayin' "Damn, man, it's absurd
"How this here nerd can twist them verbs
"Burn them herbs, kiss them birds
"Get Little Miss Muffet to get them curds!"
That was pretty much it, the spit of the year
One hit and it all gets shit from here
[Verse 2]
Uh, yah, uh
Came up listenin' to Tribe and Woo
Farside, Pete Rock, a little Nice & Smooth
I would study their delivery and practice every move
Started rhymin', callin' myself Stu the Jew
Got a little group and called it the Stone Movement
They said it had a good sound, but needed improvement
The song was kinda funny, kids keepin' it real
So I got with Jamie Kennedy and got me a deal
It was so surreal, went from mp3 to MTV
Hit CD, blowin' up two disc DVD
Yet somehow, bank account was still empty, still empty
Started workin' on an album with songs aplenty
And I gotta pay the label back the money they lent me
So I went to Warner Brothers, said "Give me a shot"
I got a sale I think the kids'll like a lot
[Verse 3]
Just another day in the music biz
It's still Stu Stone, just goin' for his
Tryin' to take my sound to the, to the next level
Imma be real, makin' deals with the devil
I hit the streets and pound the pavement
Callin' the A&R just to see how his day went
I'm tryin' to buy a car, I'm in need of a payment
He says we overbudget, I'm seein' what they spent
It's like the rich get richer and the poor, more poor
I'm takin' pictures with the bitches on my promo tour
Anything to sell a record, bring me the phone
'Cause Stu got you when it come to ringtone
In it to win it, you can read the reviews
You can catch me shillin' shirts on your evenin' news
It's all about the hustle, all about the grind
Stick with me, kid, 'cause it's my time