Lyrics:
ice in my cup
Yeah
Slow touch
Gon let it burn and we gon roll it up
Confessions like usher we up in the club
Now the DJ got us falling in love
Baby it's
the dick
I got Bobby 'bout a pound, nigga Whitney 'bout a key
DJ Screw about a gallon, bitch the game belong to me
In '72, a player born in his boots
(Drum Dummie)
(Cashmoneyap)
Aye, Free Choppa Boy
Aye, Free Choppa Boy, bitch
Rip Boosilla
(Dj Swift on the track)
Rip Big Dump
(Mook Got
Spitball 16 falls
Don't make me have to pull your car
Rip it apart shot cause you gonna seem far
You gotta stalk to amaze
Often the pen don't stop for days
sometimes the only way out is real narrow,
and so I've seen DJs get ahead by going behind their own backs,
made ya look!
what do you do is the lone pariah
provided by your local TV station
Patience is not a virtue (I ain't waitin)
Turn this shit over like Bush did a boatload of Haitians
*DJ Pam cuts
sales like that
You know that saying; that what you put out always come back
Handle yours people
[DJ Premier cuts and scratches]
"Ready...set..and begin"
[finesse]
Yeah...just about now in the studio, I'm cooling out with scratchmaster
Rahiem, andre the giant, my dj mike smooth, shlomo
boys on a 24 track, they like that
Ah the hand clap followed by the mic check
No time for dinner, five's out on the night shift
Shady eyes in
to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low lifes, they want
choppas
Screaming RIP soulja, talkin’ ‘bout Slim
You know I’m bout it (Yee)
‘Round the world I’ve been trendin’
Doin’ drive by’s, it’s been a minute
know what im saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, [yeah]straight up to Memphis.
[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, we
Shaikh zayed road, Dubai by night
Good life, good life
Good life (Dubai by night, by night)
Good life, good life (classe g)
Good life (Dubai by
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me
This is not beef, this is rap, homie
I don't have a scratch on me,
Ya feel Jay's soft, ya rip Jay off,
Damn, I'm only worth over a hundred million,
Look,
from?)
"Je veux te piloter, piloter" (yeah)
"J'te donnerai everything, everything" (I got you)
J'lui ai dit "bébé, bébé" (bébé, bébé)
"Tu sais qu't'es
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
Career is numbered by days?
(That’s
ya voice change octaves
>from low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness
And punish dj's for
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
the Dj play that shyt to make your body Rock
What I got on my waist will make ya body rot
Ar barrel cooler with the mini stock or can switch arms and milly
asking
Who you is and who you with and how you bending that back in
DJ Phish i get it twisted a lot
If you is down for a session let's get down to the spot
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