Lyrics
Hey
Hey Em, what's up?
Steve Berman, what's goin' on, man?
How you doin'? Good to see you again, what's up?
Em, could you come here and have a seat please?
Um, yeah, what's?
Vanessa, shut the door
Okay
So what's up? How's orders looking for the first week?
It would be better if you gave me nothing at all
What?
This album is less than nothing
I can't sell this fucking record
What?
Do you know what's happening to me out there?
Wha-what's the problem?
Violet Brown told me to go fuck myself
Who's Violet
Tower Records told me to shove this record up my ass
Do you know what it feels like to be told to have a record shoved up your ass?
But I
I'm gonna lose my fucking job over this
Do you know why Dre's record was so successful?
He's rapping about big-screen TV's, blunts, 40's and bitches
You're rapping about homosexuals and Vicodin
I mean
I can't sell this shit
What
Either change the record or it's not coming out
What I
Now get the fuck out of my office
What am I supposed
Now
Alright, man