Lyrics:
of the rodeo
My style will play your globe, it's like audio
Before I step in the club, I drink a forty, yo
I be the type of cat with a flow that can gat
Bust
I touch mic and explain
To hear my life just press play
I seen the warnings but I wasn't taking none of it
Gassed up by the olders soon learnt that
[Jamie Madrox:]
We print then press, they copy
Like zerox machine stopping
Like mindless machines drop it
Put us down find unknown topic
You're
and then
Wonder where their calm went
With dudes fakin' tell them yeah, word
Let a con vent i learned that when I was
Hooping up by Convent let 'em judge you
go press play
We could spin it all, you don't have to be alone
(Woah-oh, oh)
She said nine to five, I'm killing time
But twenty-four-seven,
whatever's clever
We're deeper than the ports in the back of your cerebellum
Dres, Dre, and Showbiz is rippin this shit, so tell them
We came, we saw, we
and Showbiz is rippin this shit, so tell them
We came, we saw, we broke the fuck out
You play, you lay, but if you give good hay you can stay
Hey,
With my Lotus
I gorilla press cars
I rock write a Lotus on my chest made of red scars
[Monoxide Child]
With my Lotus
We steal a sun and hide it in our
Beggars gonna wicka dis tune
Coz we been doing this ting since day
Time to hype up crowd on the way
From the moment when the DJ press play
What d'ya
pause for 4 more years
Press play and I'm in tears
Insomnia and anemia
Gets you real Fucked up
(Nobody knows me)
Felt so good
When I saw them so happy
patience
This shit gon' take some time
You know them nikka's get to hatin'
When your grind turn to shine
I lost my dogs wish I could press rewind
Go back
Sell truth by extortion, I already said I'm a motherfuckin' horseman (scar)
Do shit, life is boring, I ain't even fucking with them, their corporate
and she moaning on my name
She sees me for me and she likin on my brain
Giving out them good vibes forgetting them bad times
I've been away for a minute
they stuck me in the line of fire, where everything is wild
I made twenty dollars, and they callin' it a mistrial
Now I'm a suspect that play by his
should know you're a vet
And by the way when's the next time y'all playin?
Well besides tonight I think it's uh...
Uh huh right like I was sayin
I'm nice
a brah who like to talk a lot (Yasis)
I play my music loud the neighbours call the cops (Yasis)
My brasse still lamming by the corner shop (Yasis)
I shoot
hittin' harder than Creed
Who fuckin' with me nigga, no one ask Alicia Keys
Play games, pull up like Need for Speed (Skrrt)
You'll see this center shoot,
up like Play-Doh
Here's a shovel, rest in peace, let all your music lay low
Prolific sent my career here, engraved on your gravestone
Sold a couple
bail money, uh
I can't let them call the family
'Cause a lot of these niggas
Might tell on me, look
Seen a Birkin, then the block goin' south
Fuck
Is that all that matters anymore?
Who happened to like that band first,
And who likes them more,
Why do you compensate for the fact,
That you
pro 'Raq (I'm from the 'Raq)
I'm motivation for the trenches 'cause I'm Pro-Black (Pro-Black)
We don't know limits so we don't play by the rules
How
This Song Is Called
Clown Luv
From Shaggy 2 Dope's
First solo album
Fuck Off!
Here They Are;
HEY!!
(Shaggy 2 Dope) - Verse 1
Gansta's bangin,
chest (you know) (play dirty)
We don't believe your raps
Keep thinking your Mr. Muscle
'Til you see the flash
You don't want bro turning up
Stolen
Curt Strifer
The loon goon with the tunes in his tomb
Hotter than June
Since had a twisted crib into he fumes
Kids trip on his broom
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