Lyrics:
of what you got
When I helped you out for masa
Y'all got me hot now
Not asking for permission, came back to see what's good now
Niggas buyin' dreams by
bank with my feet up
Call me a light-skin Nigerian Dirk
Now I hit the place G.C. in the cut
See a flyne dame tryna make it misty in her skirt
Bizzare
'Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks
Keyboard beats aren't that original, lets face facts
That shit was overused in the G-funk era
Don't
(hah)
I know the club got enough niggas (huh!)
To slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
Exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
Ha-hah!
only three years old
Well they're wrong, cuz all you gotta do is pee!
Wrinkle, dinkle, my booty is stinkle
Who other than Kevin O'Leary?
I see his face
by
Because your messin' with my Bad Side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior
felt so good when I stuffed my goyard up with purple faces, haven't seen mums face in ages ah
Tellem stop playing, with these veevees don't mistake for
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
to waste
No more pre-judgin' my face
Ain't nothin' but a mugg on my jug, hopin' my score been erased
They hated, maybe replaced, or make it better
to strain your eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
That's when I knew that they were after S-p-i-see-e
Turned up my music and dashed, goin'
cross galaxies and back to this planet
I see its all by design now that I got it
in my hands I'ma make sure to never drop it
ou had me floating baby
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
A local, you can tell by my label's name
Chest out I face the game
It goes showbiz, money, fam, in reverse order
Fam, money, showbiz, success, the four
to Compton
They say the new NWA is comin'
Keep your basses bumpin'
Stay away from who fake and frontin'
Try and play me, I'm ma take your face to thumpin'
I'm
Yo what's up? This is hip hop manifesting
As the Blastmaster KRS-One
Bringing you 60 minutes of funk
With my man Funkmaster Flex so I say
Me never
in a day
But I gotta find a way
And they wanna see me play by the rules
So I went and made my own
Went from man to man to zone
Got some ground I gotta
away from Tone
A nigga got demons
See every night, I can hear my childhood self asking my daddy why he leaving
Used to rap to the intro of Saved by
When I see the likes of you that's the only time I need it
Remember last meeting, I left my knuckles bleeding
Now my palms are bloody cause I'm
the end of my life, for real
Ya didn't know the sista but she had a record deal
They want to see you at the top, then they want to see you drop
Then they
grungy
Herbie did Davis
Gospel sung by Mavis
Esperanza's upright bass
Larry was in my face
Raphael tried as hell
and Seal? I could'nt tell
PRE-CHORUS:
plenty swings at the pinata
But I don't see no candy here, do you?
My crew? Too cool
Start a new Ice Age
Your crew? So soft
Kinda like light rain
Whether
platinum shit half wit' sin
See me in the club by the door bulgin' in
Rockin' the lin, my waves spin tight, dark skin
Baby Sham spittin' all in the mix
Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!
It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars
Foreign cars, never been to Mars
I'm the wizard of Oz
Down to the yellow
to be
The ceiling was clean as hell but I couldn't see
One after another left and I was left in the empty carriage
The coming police asked me where to be
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