Lyrics:
smile
No need ta copy our styles
What chain't been popped in a while
[Lil' Wyte]
No more fuckin' around by now I'm fed up
I see your face has
blown out the hoax
New position new position
Affected by the heat
You look cute with flushed cheeks
You don't make a man want to run
Your space is
made by mice no less
Some crystal glass pumps and no more stress
Worries will vanish your soul will cleanse
Confide in your very own furniture friends
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
and open up your eyes or be out cold forever
Young niggaz stay strapped
Never bribe to the crime, they can't trace the styles, too hard of a design
Young
Imagine my hands are clean
I am revitalized by things unseen
I begin a dialogue with the road
Toothless, hopeful, about to explode
How could I
you in it for the cash admit it
'cause I did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics
realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate
deep and each member's a mutant culmination of six animals
See each MC is simultaneously (okay) six creatures, that's six styles with six features
Man
you
O-L-D school, kicking game since pre-school
Down in Miami South Beach by the pool
Where the girls girls be driving 'em wild
I tell ya one more time
money by the stack from the rap for the crack
In Detroit, its like that, liquor stores for the blunt and
In Detroit, we got arabs that look like Bin
prepared
My style venomous, ending lust and with us a Mausburg bust
(Chorus)
Bitches, I ball and I'll never stall
So give me a call, I'll murder you all
eyes shut
Lay one on the trigger how you figure your bigger
Cause talk is cheep in the house of these slayers
3 by 3 you can't fuck with these players
Telling my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him to listen
All these questions start to stick to me like cancer
You talk and talk but I don't think I gotta answer
If that's what's meant by confirmation
Something about the way you smiled at me just drove me wild.
Wish I could know if you're alone; don't want to cramp your style.
But I cannot deny
[Chorus: Lil' Wyte]
Jus' the good 'ole boys - hangin' out geddin' high
Jus' the good 'ole boys - watchin' cops ridin' by
Jus' the good 'ole boys - sittin'
are where you been
Say, he the type of nigga that's still cheap
Take his girl on a date and they go to Mickey D's
See, I'm the type that try to style
labelled a wack
And yo, they choose behind my back to do the Duckville quack
My style is cool, sweet like a ???
But still (what?) you gossip like a bitch
[Kadi]
Aiyyo, check this out, right here is Kadi
The man with the yellow hat and uhh
This track right here is by the motherfuckin Beatnuts aight?
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin' up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just
sittin here drinkin
A 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkin
Together, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappin
Releasin tension by grabbin
Adams, but Mr. Adams
I cannot write with any style or proper etiquette
I don't know a participle from a predicate
I am just a simple cobbler from
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you
on an all-nighter
Never seen you look so you
The world really looks from the donut store
Such a funny color in the sun
And in his style he's number one
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