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Then won't you let me have it, yeah
'Cause I like it smooth like that, you're cool like that
Must be good like that, I can tell by that
I'm gonna
somethin', we're a helluva crew
Once a week, we're on the street
Just to cut in the jams and look at your feet
For you to party, you gotta have the moves,
I'm my own genre you're all about that old drama
I don't spit fire I throw lava I'm gonna smoke this fucken marijuana
Getting my dick sucked by your
shoot up my head
If I don’t stop then I’ll rock hip-hop in
The spot ’til you guys say stop
I cannot stop loving the music
I do it because these guys hate
realize that you're fucked
Two to the brain I leave a migraine
Have you coolin' like a vegetable, but you're not edible
It's the incredible, buck your
realize that you're fucked
Two to the brain I leave a migraine
Have you coolin' like a vegetable, but you're not edible
It's the incredible, buck your
A drummer from another band said you're gonna make it big
They sent demos to the A&Rs but never heard a word
Their parents were so sick of it as their grades
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
an entertainer
And having a monolithic voice that's forced
To be a specific party
"You know
People expect that if you're black you have
To be Democrat i have
Let's go
Yo, Lex number 6
He should know that we're the best
Just being in our presence
You are already blessed
If you're gonna try with all
The chatter
plays
Those funny fast little notes, twitch
Around and have a good time
With the Be-Bop Tango
Let's try it! Anything
You wanna do is alright you gotta
Do
bands feel like you rich until you see where your plug stay
If that shit don’t wanna hit I need a new device to play
Always a celebration when
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
I'm on this track, my heart set, don't take no flack
Not the button that don't hit the backboard
You gonna get sacked on the 50, with a whiskey in
talented
My armies oozing, file 'em in,
You can't shoe me, barefoot wildin'
You'll never ever see me throw the towel in
I'm never gonna let up even if I get
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
know you're gonna play the slave
You hear it time and time again, well, here's another time, my friend
Don't tell me times are hard and tough
If you
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
got his X
No pill popping or sex
I'm here to rock, nothing less
I'm at the top of the crest
I will not stop, never rest
If you ain't bought in, invest
out like one track a year then, where's that gonna get you?
& 6, 6 is discipline
If you ain’t willing to put in those extra hours every night
Then how
I aint trynna hit you wassup with yo bestie
Gotta keep it on me for them niggas trynna test me
PURGING if we swerve down it get messy
We smoke it by
having seizures they're dancing
You know I ain't a robber but
I have to tell them this, if I was
Get the keys, open the safe
Look down, don't look in my
when it comes to power, I'm power steering
Silly you say, I say you silly when you're say it
Rushing to the eject to put my shit in and play it
It's
the fiddle little time that I’ve got
To convince em that Achiles heel is something I’m not
Fill the well in which I’m swimming till I rise to the top
If you
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