Ron Burgundy - Tyler Thomas

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