Lyrics:
be in Russia
I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask
Wit' da limited edition classic
Rhymes
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and A-B-C it
Then so be it, 'cause nowadays
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
another day yeh damn
Another label another change for 7 whole years
I thank God for the fact that I still dey here
Another day another day
So
Everywhere I
get by, got to be the best
I'm so fly, all the hoes be staring me
Trying to give me that eyeful like I'm French
She undressed, trying to flash on me
Virginian
Pull in a neighborhood I don't blend in
Album of the year contender every year
The kitchen's full of work, it's blenders everywhere
Blended
Everywhere I go
She let me know I'll be aight
When I'm low
When the light ain't looking bright
She make it glow
Cold nights
She put the fire in my soul
When
inspiring
Legend in the game is what I'm aspiring to be
CBH scattered all over the scene
Embers everywhere when I speak
Roll all the time with my clique
Fire
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
Yea, look, you niggas tryna act like B.o.B and go
And stop that shit
That's $50,000 Alpaca
You gotta block that shit fool
Look at this resume, can't
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root
Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof?
Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go
Come here
So, which one of these do you like
This lip petal by Bobbi Brown and
Hold on
This is Veneer by M-A-see
Which one do you like best?
*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
Bitch I got a man purse and I'm shooting first
I will up that Glock and put you in a hearse
You're blood is everywhere but that is not the worst
I
Yeah
This should be like the double track on the Lp
Watch it actually be though by accident
Yeah lockdown lockdown
Aye, lockdown lockdown hidden
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat and a catchy hook
If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it, then so be it
'Cause nowadays
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
some shit off my dome, that be soundin'
Better than the next man's whole album
supreme
Soon as I hear the beat, bada-bing
You gotta think: a hundred bars...damn, that's a lotta ink
Eventually all of my albums'll be out of print
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