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Uggh Check check check Black Drop yeah Uh huh c'mon c'mon Yeah Blink this got that bounce baby I think we'll have a lil fun with this one You ready Payback? Yep yep Get 'em This joint'll pack 'em in the whole spot lit With Blink on the track jeeeah! I had to drop this We've come way far they'll be no half steppin Used to run thru 'em you can go ask Stephan ("think he wasn't?!") My cousin Douglas you can call him Skin Deep Back in the day we lived tawdry seedy From in da hood with Keisha to broads named Phoebe In the burbs you herbs can't possibly see me Now ladies lick ya lips my Gz let ya hats cock Every time we spit you appreciate this Black Drop You are officially a member of the culture It feels good like when member enters vulva From LA to Dover I'll resonate forever Focused on my bag that's still my main endeavor Fuck a Boy George never kissing to be clever I'm sonin' em Ten Tray jeeeah that's where I'm coming from We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back Ya losin control when we bump the track So let ya shoulders roll like front to back We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back Ya losin control when we bump the track So let ya shoulders roll like front to back Point blank matter of fact we the chosen ones To bring the people from the back to the front Get ya brain and eardrums out the doldrums Black Drop beats and rhymes nah homie don't run Heard you was talkin' smack heard you was talkin' that Heard you was talkin' we too old to rap Now we here and you fallin' back Found out that your mouth wrote a check that your ass can't cash Really don't matter whose on we create a new zone You gon' end up like Johnny Ringo in Tombstone Fooling about for fun Found out Doc Holliday wasn't when he came for his blood Now you stand there wide eyed and amazed as everybody stands up and everybody's hands up This here is a lyrical raid Please move from the back to the front of the stage We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back Ya losin control when we bump the track So let ya shoulders roll like front to back We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back Ya losin control when we bump the track So let ya shoulders roll like front to back From the era of the loose leaf Bic pens loosely Scribble down my thoughts onslaught is a doozy Damn right I'm choosy Who what? You me No comparison chump you can never do me Or be me or see me set it off like tee lee Shake dice run your bets soak that ass like tea leaves Washed by the storm hurricane San's deadly Check me I steadily grow with every medley Use to push a Chevy Caprice Classic heavy World 'n San shit Small World I and Trevie Forever that's the trio Chris now ascends from up above Fuck me up when he left he was momma's other son Bio and extended brothers held me down and I love 'em Resurrect my mind frame made me grab the pen again This time for all the marbles and the whole potato sack Black Drop got the joint packed front to back what We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back Ya losin control when we bump the track So let ya shoulders roll like front to back We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back Ya losin control when we bump the track So let ya shoulders roll like front to back Yeah that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about This that Black Drop shit Have a lil fun with this ya know what I'm sayin Nothing serious but very serious that's right Payback MP Brotha Blink Skin Deep O Tha Reel San Brown Let's get it