Ghetto Prophets
Conway the Machine, Cam'ron, A-Trak
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Ayo, A-Trak, man Let me tell you what the f*ck happened the other day, man Listen (crazy) Right, look I picked her up in my sports car (vroom) She hopped in, tight jeans, sports bra (hey) She about a seven, so I took her to a four-star Can't front, I was harder than a doorknob (shit, I was) We was done, I said "Here go your report card" A C+, she was like, "Hell nah" You kept kissin' it, you wasn't on your job Then I grabbed the back of your head, you got your jaws raw She said, "Keep it to yourself, no rebelling" I said, "Bitch, we ain't kiss, don't worry 'bout me telling" Look here, I'm a felon, some say I'm compellin' (well, I am) I'm what you get, Boston George mixed with Margiela (what up?) And Margielas in the glove, I got the semi' cocked Don't talk old money if you never had a Penzi box (what's that?) Go 'head and Google that, Killa, I'm talkin' Snapple facts (facts) I'm gettin' milky money, you can keep the Apple Jacks Stop playin', you know I'm gettin' to that low (stop playin' with me, nigga) Two new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (hahaha) Drip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (drip) White girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (haha) Niggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (back) Infinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast Switch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (brr) Switch on the pole, nigga, this (boom, boom, boom, boom) Back in the swag factory (hello), GATs all in the faculty Y'all sleep, I sleep with a half a mil' and a sack to me (yeah) Girls rollin' up saks for me, niggas pumpin' they packs for me Actually a girl bleedin', happy ending, she jackin' me Homie, I came from nothin', tell 'em an introduction The crack era destruction, you shootin' it or you bluffin'? If not, 'nuff with the fussin', concussions ain't a discussion We shootin' it at your muffin, I fill you turkeys with stuffin' I'm only bein' honest, much up, suit was orange F*ck bein' armed to the teeth, I shot niggas in my pajamas A-Trak, let's change the genre (genre), I fill festivals (yeah) Word to bless Shaq moms, we're off the Sandra (Hallelujah) You know me, karma after karma (karma) Huh, karma after karma (karma) Got that old white girl, you can call her Madonna (brr) And this thing on my hip, it's a sawed-off (Dip-Dipset) Stop playin', you know I'm gettin' to that low (stop playin' with me, nigga) Two new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (hahaha) Drip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (drip) White girl and doggy-dogg, I sold 'em both (haha) Niggas stacked up five-hundred thousand sellin' dope (back) Infinity pools and ocean views, right by the coast Switch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (brr) Switch on the pole, nigga, this (Dip-Dipset, Boom, boom, boom, boom)
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Written by: Cameron Giles, Demond Price, Alain Macklovitch
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