Jonah Hill (feat. Eugene Miranda & MyGuy FlyRy)
Prim0s
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For show, for show, I'm getting that for show Cool out and just check how my soul glow Bruce Leroy on the mic, you already know I'm Jonah Hill if we talking hoes or talking dough Don't get it, well it means I'm getting that for show I'm getting that for show Yo, so you could catch me at the Space Needle flicking off Taurus Maybe at your cousin's house, dicking down your Aunt Doris See, I say anything, whatever comes to mind, like Remember when Kanye said Beyonce had the best album of all time We running on stage, snatching awards Like 30 deep Wu-Tang shit, we even got swords Cats is old school, we fire with hollow tip bars Inflate on impact to make sure survivors are sparse Uh, yeah, you tuned into some hip-hop stars Ayo, your crew might be nice, but they ain't fresh like ours Uh, cool out and just check how the homie flow Everybody and they mama know the boy cold Be my guest, step up if you feeling bold See, this is real hip-hop, you ain't even know Shimmy, shimmy, y'all, shimmy y'all damn Ye How the hell you fumble when you had a Kim K Feeling like Ice Cube today was a good day Swung by Mickey D's, had a fish to fillet All day, Ry say whatever comes to mind Like, keep calling me son, cause the kid gon' shine Got a sharp-ass mind, word to Porcupine Trigger squeeze for the cheese, I'm here for all of mine Think of short-changing me? Gon' be Columbine Lord forgive me, as I get high as a frisbee Puff clouds like a chimney Float, free like a gypsy Aladdin, I'm gliding, but I'm Dapper damn Word to Harlem, I'm a spark it, Let it spray like I farted Flow's retarded, I go stupid, dumb, crazy, Y'all same sounding raps, boy y'all never did amaze me Microwave raps, cause you popped in minutes When you step to the God, boy you should be timid This is one of a kind, enjoy my time I'll say it again, I'm here for all of mine Stay back, stay back, this life ain't sick, Jack This original A-track, super clean with the Ajax Catch me on tour if you wanna go to war dog Cause the Wardogs I know is real With them heavy guns, this ain't an act Jonah Hill And know it's Super Bad if we flash the steel But no director's cut when we shoot Jonah Hill For show, for show, I'm getting that for show Cool out and just check how my soul glow Bruce Leroy on the mic, you already know I'm Jonah Hill if we talking hoes or talking dough Don't get it, well it means I'm getting that for show I'm getting that for show You might win some, but you just lost one You might win some, but you just lost one Bruce Leroy on the mic, you already know Shonuff, I can even make the speakers glow Catching bullets with my teeth, you don't hear me though Communication failure, some can't be reached, I'm told Honestly, I don't give a f*ck what you do Jocking another nigga's shine like that reflects on you Black magic on the track, putting a hex on you Like, Voodo, running from my magic You don't want no static with them boys from the Keys We got many different styles, serve you through numerous means It's in the genes, you say you hot, but just blowing steam It's the hipper to the hopper, doper than triple beams I'm a one-man army like the ODB Throwing shame on wack niggas trying to cypher with me Peace You might win some, but you just lost one I ain't here to make friends, I make classics, you bastards That white ghost, yo we call it Casper then thrasher faster Scene left in a disaster Whipping that bitch, make a hit own masters Reverse uno, you know I impregnated Juno Took a spaceship, an landed on Pluto Ry done found a loophole, I I lost my scruples Now I'm whipping them noodles, Paint pics like I doodle It's the cool duo, here for menudo Down the lane, ankle sprain, Might rehab with some Mary Jane Might, shit, Ry done, took a flight I've been sky high since Grant Hill, drinks Sprite This that put you on a map Lame shit, we ain't on to that Follow don't mean a follow back I'm drippy like a shower cap That's just the fact This just a rap This light work, took an hour flat Acapella, nigga, way off the sour pack You nice my nig devoured that A diesel when I'm on the track Whitney Houston way before the crack Bobby Brown with the hight top flat, Your the sweet flap jack raps, Nigga we ain't jacking that nigga Nah, we ain't jacking that You might win some, but you just lost one You might win some, but you just lost one
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