Lyrics:
‘Dope Dilla’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson
VERSE 1
Let me show you young niggas how to kill a beat
Let a old nigga touch it like
Come listen, all me true men
To my simple rhyme for it tells of a
Young man put off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who
Layed down the law
stores
Drop top coupes (coupes)
Stop by Snoop's (Snoop)
Icon weed (weed)
I got juice (I got it)
Gold presidential (I got it)
Full time masseuse (I
yeah, come on, you got to do it
Hello, it's Snoopy Collins
Bootsy's baby brother
I got the P in me come on, baby bubba
Slippin', slidin', dippin',
river,
Bluetail, tailfly,
Luther, in time.
Dude'ndoodit, dah, d't-d't-dah.
Hold down the window;
Hold out the morning that comes into view.
Warm side,
, whole studio is burnin
But I never stop blitzkrieg-ing like a German trynna come in first
Like I'm fucken a virgin ugh
Write till my hand breaks never
and ten never got played inside of my car
I'd rather listen to Snith9ine like sixty-nine times
And participate in sixty-nines with sixty-nine nuns than
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
daughter by the time she could walk
I be rich enough to get whatever she want
Change the lane up once again like uh huh
Break The chain they think we in like
Everybody it's time to take a chance
Stop what you doing come on shake your pants
The world been sick for the last few years
It's time to get out
a my team
Se dat me de pan level vibes so chatting this I'm the queen
Why don't you shake a leg why don't you rock and come in
Don't bother
[Voice in Background]
Look at the little porch monkeys fuckin jiggaboo
[Master P talking]
My ancestor Kunta Kinte said
We come
the GOP laid low
The Donald was defeated by Joe Biden from Mayo
Cork gave us Míchael Martin, Jack Lynch and Collins too
And Kerry gave O'Connell
a pound have a drink, get down
I'm on the floor, besides the door
The sound is rich, and I ain't poor
I'm looking for Susie or Wendy or Judy
But look at her
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
gon' come around
This old stain can't show now
That old life be bygone now
Bag on bag yea we hustling now
I'm hoping one day you remember me
In your
jumpin out shoes and socks
Body body rock body body rock
I'm the king of rock'n'roll, ahh yeah
Throw your guns in the air! Glocks down
Who the hell is,
‘Not Afraid’ - written and performed by Damien ‘Mello Dope’ Koen and Collin Gibson
VERSE 1 -- Mello Dope
I'm not afraid of the arrow that flies in
muscle
And every time I extend my heart to my mother
Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the hustle
Sometimes I sit and I wonder
If a nigga pull
Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper
not mean politics
Bag full of tricks, play your cards right or get hit with a mac and get smacked by a sig
I got a mystery up in this van but nah I
to the clouds in the sky
Red cap like I'm Mario
Joel watches Naruto
I am ready for another round round round
Pour it down down down like I'm downing Downy
Find
You won't ever feel
Man I swear you never will
When you come to make a deal
Best believe you're gonna kneel
Lets just keep it real
Im in the field
I didn't fit in
How does it feel?
When you see me now
They say if you're alone and fall it doesn't make a sound
What goes up must come down
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