Lyrics:
Ahhhh!
A showdown, it's all the way live
Between The Sugarhill Gang and
The Furious Five
Take your partner by the hand
Get out'cha seat
We're gonna tickle
1984
When I met the biz markie out in front of the store
He used to tell me all the time, "yo your lyrics is hype
We got to get together and make
owners of labels
So now
We hustle like a wedding guest
Cause we know that small chops don't make it to every table
So it got me working hard boy for cigars
The album is a gift like a present on your birthday
21 and Drake on the same song as EVREY
Listen up, you might learn a lesson
No time to question, it's me
You a Cutie pie in my eyes
Baby won't you be my kiwi lime
I'm not tryna press you I just need you by my side, you my forty-five
Can you tell me
fooled by what they're speaking
Many truths can be deceiving
I, won't try to hide, what I believe in
Who are you to make these claims
Homeschooled
the hour, an' older by the minute.
My boss just pushed me over the limit.
I'd like to call him somethin',
I think I'll just call it a day.
Pour me somethin'
that prey on Dwight Howard and Shaquille
Not them throwback rats they be on showin' on college hill
For real, I think my first album sold five mil'
A W-E-E-K, a E-N-D
L-o-v-e we were meant to be
Weekend love
Caught up in a weekend love
(Maybe we could make it up at the end of the week)
Weekend love
a clit
I Robb you and make you squirt
This is orgasm from a thief
some one will murder me I’m like yah ? Who? (Yahoo) I’m really hungry bring the G
with one dude, you got beef with five guys
Ain't no going thru no drive-thru, but they gon' hit that drive-by, and bye, bye
One minute you got
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
They say I'm grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about
I was a snotty
Don't push me when I'm in album mode
You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring
a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five
My coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp
That's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me
a one-25, on 25's
Them 20's on the five
My coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock I'm a pimp
That's why I popped ya chick
Sis' got the it, know she tryna' cop me
Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known
niggas off something gravy
Especially when I get to doin' it by the way, hey
So that nigga told me, that's square
But why ya want to get in on that
again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs
the scent
Guess how much I spent
Grocery shopping cause I get a bag
I'm still the coldest when I check the temp
Really a G you can call me a RAG
Work where I
Live and die by the gang, like I'm R5
Don't ask me where I'm at, you know I'm outside
We the ones who come around and have the block hot
Junkies in
make me grit my teeth
'Cause if you're acting mean, then you will get the heat
The heat's getting to you, hitting til you drop
So hot, take a swim
niggas barking at me, I’m a Great Dane
I could tell by how she looking at me, she got great brain
She like “why you smoking Mary Jane?” cause I hate pain
the strength
So let 'em bic's raise 'cause I came with five nine
But I feel like I'm six eight
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
We're all
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