Lyrics:
your strip at you ain't hustling nigga
That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga
I'm a ladies man chicks loving a nigga
But I'll still put
You get a nice chick I like a chicken
You don't believe me ask Bill Clinton
Track master do that shit that y'all niggaz wouldn't
And Kid Capri do
you chicks
Split six from the four-fifth, make you dance, ow
I stay focused in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
want to bite off my flow son
I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track
Like me, nice to the Sauce? Naw
Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention
the mic we called a truce
Boosted by the juice every track produce
I infuse spoof music with lines of truth-I'm
Silver lining proof, that life is nice
Just
never made it to the border
(Madness)
I love freesyling
Its practise Makes perfect tracks When im on the atlas
Fact sh**
Aone came back with another
their ex man walk in with a bad chick
And now the whole party turned into a showdown
See you were having fun, but you’re ready to go now
Cuz you were
to hangout
By the pool later
I tell her yes I would love too
Then we both go back to are rooms
In my room I get ready to go to the pool
I get to the pool I get
you chicks
Split six from the four-fifth, make you dance, ow
I stay focused in the dopest
Like a penny with a hole in it, y'all just hopeless
nominated
Where your strip at you ain't hustling nigga
That track would have been wack if it wasn't for Jigga
I'm a ladies man chicks loving a nigga
But I'll
your chick come
My chick done said she like the way I toke blunts
Drink liquor write scriptures and my gold fronts
Plus the way my pants hang make her
and you not one
Catch me with the hottest chick brats riding shot gun
Nigga you a bitch you only tough when the cop come
You need a whole click and I hold
Cut your dough short like, "Easy man"
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chick'll see my hand, and leave
pan
Cut your dough short like, "Easy man"
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chick'll see my hand,
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
you don't know a bitch as bad as me
After the party is the after party
In the penthouse suite and we actin' naughty
Dis chicks so nice got the cris
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
savage and
Quick I laugh at your shit
The madness I give on the track
Makes it a classic hit
You're inadequate and bad at this
Like a cactus stick in ya
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
I Got That ft. DMILLZ
[Chorus: J. Row]
Bitch I got that shit, I got that shit that make you cut up (I do)
Bitch I got that shit, I got that shit
fashion this belt better be unfastened
Laid back I be till DVRWIN gimme magic
One bare minute I just finish me a track list
When that money up
I'm ready
hands"
[Skillz]
I got my man Roc Raida on the slash and cut
Rob Swift where you at son, the "What What"
Sinister make em, now we ready to go
Last
make it clap, clap
She make it clap, clap, go, Jas (It's you)
It's me, it's me, baldie
Not anymore, got a duey a-Rag in the C
In the booth, in a geek
Don't you give up
Keep goin', keep goin', keep goin', uh
If you're not ready
You'd better get yourself together
Funk you up, we gon' funk you
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