Lyrics:
lookin
Had my vision straightened out like my glasses crooked
In hiphop's picture, I'ma crop you out
No rebounds sucka, I'ma box you out
See out tryna kick
tighter than a new pair of kicks
So fire ghost rider take my loot and I dip
Prolific and stacking them so you never see a fraction
Of the shit that I be
They be creeping at night
Ha what you say
I told that young nigga if you ain’t talking money get up out my face
I get went to pickup a shipment
And eat you like apple pie a la mode
On a hot day, don't bring me no hamhocks
Cause round the clock, I'll kick their buttocks
All afternoon in
Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like
the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
Aiming at my competition Ima let em roast
Talking all the shit because you really do the most
Nothing but a hater I could tell by what you post
the addicts off the nod
Grand Puba, and I drop a album yearly
And I'm very nearly really come to droppin shit like daily
My knowledge is bond, so you
is what I am, kilos by grams
This a stick up man, get out your car man
Only way is to survive, if my AK jam
Like Jigga, I'm standing in my B-Boy stance
three
Kick you off this shit cause I'm a massive dick
Take a massive shit, take a pic of it, that's the album kid
Demons out of me
Finally found some
hibernation
A hopeless realization when it slowly starts fading
Got what you needed out of me and withdrew
Months gone by how im still stuck making sad tunes
the way to live and behave and coexist[01:45.07]But most forget the "co" part[01:46.92]I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil
and Mr. Shadow A-K-A The Mayhem Click
And we're talkin' about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out entitle the Crazy Life
Can you tell
Not aroused by golden chalice, asking where’s your golden albums,
Talent you been holding down with, about to get exposed and outed, know you
getting parked
By their pride clouthunters outfront
While the smart boy's inside
You know I only fuck with my niggas
You know what I mean?
I don't fuck
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
like piss
Shoulda been out here ballin with your niggas
But you're in there falling off and tryna kick
So where did it all go
Cus just a week ago
I lost
Bless y'all with some fly lyrics and all that but
Just kick back, grab a drink of something
And let me rock for y'all, uh
You quest for the one, consider
on a single, my niggas gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release (facts)
Jay might pick me up, we just got him a Jeep
Dre Mac called me my phone, said he
back to my crib and just kick it?
Baby are you, are you, are you
Down with the sickness?
Baby are you, are you, are you down?
Lemme know, huh
We can
you'll get picked apart
You'll get found in the dumpster
With your head and heart
Like Nikki Giovanni painted by Ernie Barnes
Who's world is this
Plum
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
Bounce out, wit, sticks, cock, aim, shoot, hit
AR by my bed
out now sorry for the delay
We gonna pray
Ayo Sebby, we got a problem
You are the opposition and I think
I'm gonna need more ammunition
About to kick
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