South Brooklyn Ⅱ (Whoa, Whoa)
Jason Rose
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Oo-ladi-dadi-da-ah-oh Oo-ladi-dadi-da-ah-oh Oo-ladi-dadi-da-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-oh Early morning, boy I gotta get this cream (Whoa, whoa) Givin' y'all the dope without the triple beam (Whoa, whoa) Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Listerine (Yeah) I'm straight up outta city where you'll get stretched like a limousine (Let's get it) Early morning, boy I gotta get this cream (Get this money) Givin' y'all the dope without the triple beam (Drogas) Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah) I'm straight up outta city where you'll get smoked like some nicotine (South Brooklyn) Rest in peace to Black Rob, this ain't Uncle Murda This that Jason Rose shit, give a f*ck if y'all ain't never hearda I don't need a TEC to pose a threat, y'all can keep the burner Reminiscin' on 'em Murrow days, yo shout out Ms. Giberga (What up) Schoolin' all these rappers, boy I feel like I'm a dean now Lost a lot of friends up in these streets, they just some fiends now If you feelin' froggy, mothafucka better leap now (Let's get it) I can make a single call and leave you six feet down God bless John.V.R and all them gangstas out in LES (Whoa) If you try to cause us harm, these bullets won't come with regrets I hope you get hit by a car and a pigeon shits on your chest I know that I'm a star, I'ma let the music tell it best Whoa, whoa I was born sick with the flow flow Bitch, I've been lit from the go go I cannot chill with these Bozos (Clown) I'm fuckin' they bitches on GoPros None of y'all thought that I'd go pro That girl a bird, she a dodo (Bird) God has been shakin' the snow globe And I can't lie (Can't lie) Last year was everything except for wavy I ain't takin' no vaccine You'll have to strap me down, can't pay me (Okay) Dirty dancin' with the devil, boy I feel like Patrick Swayze I know God is on my side, so what's formed against me won't graze me And I'm hella young Plus I got way more to accomplish We was never friends, you pussy, you ain't even an accomplice (Damn) With your internet thuggin', lil' schemin' hoe ass, straight obnoxious When I see you, I'ma lift your ass and launch you like a rocket (Aah, aah, aah) Early morning, boy I gotta get this cream (Get this money) Givin' y'all the dope without the triple beam (Whoa, whoa) Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Listerine (Yeah) I'm straight up outta city where you'll get stretched like a limousine (Let's get it) Early morning, boy I gotta get this cream (Get it, get it) Givin' y'all the dope without the triple beam (Drogas) Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah) I'm straight up outta city where you'll get smoked like some nicotine (South Brooklyn) Who's the first to say South Brooklyn on a track (Rose, Rose) I'm talkin' 'bout all of music, not only rap (Rose, Rose) Who's the one that threw his section on his back And ran that bitch into the ground until that shit was on the map (It's me) Get it Okay, now someone get the message out Your label fuckin' you right up the ass, you got no leverage now (God damn) They make these artists slaves, I'm glad I took the independent route Don't call yourself a king if you stealin' food from a peasant's mouth (Let's get it) F*ck your squad How can y'all be badass with a list of losers (How) Rosey only rollin' with real spitters and sharp shooters (LPC) Spark Buddhas Fuckin' on thick bitches with large hooters No one gave me shit, I learned to pull strings like guitar students Back up on the road again (Whoa, whoa, whoa) It's the boy with the golden pen (Rosey) I am doper than most these men Really there's no one cold as him (Nah) Industry ain't controllin' him Devil can't get a hold of him You think they all smiles, but really that's just a cobra grin Early morning, boy I gotta get this cream (Get this money) Givin' y'all the dope without the triple beam (Whoa, whoa) Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Listerine (Yeah) I'm straight up outta city where you'll get stretched like a limousine (Let's get it) Early morning, boy I gotta get this cream (Get it, get it) Givin' y'all the dope without the triple beam (Drogas) Always stayin' fresh, I'm on my Mr. Clean (Yeah) I'm straight up outta city where you'll get smoked like some nicotine (South Brooklyn) Oo-ladi-dadi-da-ah-oh Oo-ladi-dadi-da-ah-oh Oo-ladi-dadi-da-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-oh
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