Lyrics:
Shout out A$AP shout out Vinny Cha$e
Shout out Troy Ave shout out New York City
Shout out Mack Wilds
Shout out Chinx, French, Coke Boys
And I'm up out
Shakin' the hard white, black block
Restin' on me, I Pete Rock the CL
Smooth got revenue with his Beastie Boys
They call him the Rock Steady Crew
We ride
believe, my nigga
G-O-O-G-L-E my nigga, you see my nigga
He put me in the race to take the lead, my nigga
Billionaire Boys ice cream, my niggas
See
See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's
No more Glock shit, rock shit, strictly ki?s
I gets my paper, I was taught by older
relief I spell it J-V-C
To break it down even further B-E-E-L-U-V
If you don't understand M-E you will S-double-E
I am a R-A-P-P-E-R, a real dope emcee
Yo
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
who's best? Him yes, Tim West spin this
Back 50 times like Olympian gymnast
Boy I'm a G, I make the queen my mistress
With rhymes so dope
That I failed my
on that)
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six, my nigga
(I stand on that)
I'll build my own empire to give to my kids, my nigga
(I stand
credit score, shit was lookin' hella low
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow
I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone
Check
in my ashy black tee
When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans-Jordache Jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm a the shit in
the Ph love watin' rinchels
Cause they doughnuts
They go nuts for a dozen
Shut up they spot, me and my baby cousin
It seems they were slippin' by
And we
My mama there. RUN THE ROCK! Dope boys sit and stare cause they know I'm one of dem, cause I'm a head bussa. The blood is runnin' through my veins.
N.E.W Gang N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
N.EW Year N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
Might take your lady with the N.E.W Sauce N.E.W Sauce
Might give her back yeah
better just come on and get with it
Hanging with my boys and we're kicking it
[Dres]
With no tricks the fix comes with dope fiend precision
I
my throat
Or does she only rock with the boys who came from ekasi and all
Or maybe both
Mellisa had the pink high tops brand new
A piercing on her
here . . .
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Well the years was rollin' by
Heavy metal 'n glitter rock
Had caught the public eye
Snotty boys
white tees
And off-white jeans, don't play with me, that's all I need, boy
Look, I got confessions
I spoke with Yeshua about the Jesus that you mention
none of G-A-D-E and Conflict
Load em' up and bust a (?)
Vietnam, we droppin' bomb shit, strapped do draw
Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
of how I'm living
I'm getting my prime, pumping records that'll blow your mind
(Mind blowin')
(The D.O.C. is) Dope
I would've been down with rock
Ima put a girl inna foreign (inna foreign)
Tell ah baby girl don't worry
Girl I'm gonna rock your body
Dope like trapper
She likes a gangster
by)
Walk down, curb side, head shot (yeah)
I'm thinkin' big racks (big racks)
Sawed off, chest shot, Mad Max
I'm smokin' big dope, I don't need
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Im making momma proud, when i spit some dope shyt
Flows that could rock a crowd, i could move an ocean
If you dont know by now, lemme put you
(Cairo-Opening Verse)
Uh
Two-two, there’s four them rolling by two-two
Holding a two-two, a deuce deuce
Lord Jesus, what do I do do the day I don’t
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