Lyrics:
might sound crazy
Lotta fallin' outs help me build foundation)
So, with that I ask... what's the word witchu sir?
Listen
I wish all of y'all would tell me
they gotta do is call
Huge line that's my dog we gon' ball
I don't know about y'all real fact
And I ain't with snakes all them black
Trying to blow up
'cause I just don't know
I'm known to mop, I'm known to glow
But don't get mad 'cause I got's to go
Three MCs and one DJ
We be getting down with no
the pounds, more tracks than a hound
Y'all don't know my sound, cause my sound too Darq for you
Dawgs comin' out guarantee gonna bark at ya
Sniff that's a good
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind
ain't get cut
I got plenty enemies, they mention me, they get touched
Don't gotta explain it when it's real
I been poppin' seals, cuz I don't know how
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
'Cause I don't like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all (all y'all)
I
sober, pay your coin on my anger that's bottled grant his wish
You gotta have a lot to break me down
Shoot at me a lot more to bleed me out
I hope you know
wanna get to know us
But fuck y'all we stay alone and roll up
Some loners don't give a shit to blowup
Get the fuck back don't need no closeup
Fuck your
I, am, superthug y'all know it (know it)
I, am, young spic black poet
Yeah, let it rain you need windshield wipers
I make hits to be the shits like
Niggas don't know me
Can't let the spot light blind ya
You gotta get it on ya own
For real
Shit ain't gon stop tho
Let me put you in the mix we can
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka,
ain't no thicker than a, skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me, for the hanky-panky
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank
a half so I won't front Em Nothing
I hit the bank get whatever I won't
The know me by name like a young Donald Trump
Don't speak bout the gang cause
Lupe
That's touche, I don't care for big gums and small teeth
You know the gold all froze if I'ma purchase bling
Just so you know, not a soul walkin'
funny?
I don't know cause he talks about his
Battle with Freeway like the four
Touchdowns he scored back in high school
You the black Al Bundy
Y'all wanna
real hard not to fret
Listen, boy
Told you already that y'all ain't changing shit
Now back up out my face
You should know by now this range is legit
who man you outta pocket
Yeah I had to grind a lot so I don’t work a lot
The watch may not shine a lot but that shit worth a lot
Yeah only one of ones
eigths or they fifths
i'm a light wait oil and water don't mix
that's only said as of late but in the beginning there was an abyss
in other words something
I put a lot on this so now i can not quit
The mic on my grip nigga it can not slip
I don't mix with niggas coz I know they switch
I will not switch,
birth
We smoke trees 'cause trees was delivered from the earth
Dig that
See a lot of y'all don't know
So said Snoop Dogg
Flatbush Zombies
Blaze one
hear that over by the bar?)
'Bout to rhyme, one time, one time (can y'all hear that?)
(Tell 'em, jack)
If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't
Slides on my feet
Got the socks underneath
Late in the night know my niggaz gone creep
Bitch we a mob know we rolling real deep
And Y'all Niggaz be
Fascinated by my moves, but you don’t connect the dots
Yo I bet they feel a ways when I say I’m on
Take away to a place when I write these songs
I know many in
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