Lyrics:
an album full of rocks
Good luck to all the labels on lock
In '96 Whodini's callin the shots
It takes two to play this game
But three makes it better
Master
something (I dare you), say something (yeah)
The Lord Chief Rocka, I'm colder than meatlockers
My people keep throwin' it up like cheap vodka
I smack
tampons
Into my ears, just only not to
Hear all these wack-ass albums, brought to
The industry by ‘em dumb skinny and tattooed
Freaks, their raps -
to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big
Can I dig ya on the D-L
Pure satisfaction
Tricks be real
Time for some action
I'm one of those niggas that don't smile
But fuck that pussy like it's
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
have a two door Benz
I, be on some deep shit, only coppin cheap shit
Thinkin long term, not thinkin on some weak shit
I don't trust, no one now,
two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I wanted to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right
And at mid-night I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thang, for the next two years
That's why they say
doin' flicks to bustin' tricks
Out the fuckin' frame
Got these bitches on my jock
Niggas on my block
Jealous ass suckers got 'em duckin'
From my smokin'
Direct It 2 whatever temple you want It'll take whatever form U, want It 2 Take
Tough guy Dangerously Armed yo weed grow-grow I get paid off my every Show
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
to the head for a cheap thrill
Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust
In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust
Boogyin' with
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
selling yourself so cheap
I don't trick cuz your beauty is priceless your beauty is priceless
Thuggin what we been doin
And
Thuggin what we been doin
two, three, four, I
Like to try
To dance by
Wanna impress me? Just relax
All the way, G. Unclench your ass!
If you can move with ease, I call that class
bottom bill I plotted on a way out
Deduction induction
Drugs, toughness
Lust, the pen
Reluctant, i clutched it, I spoke two albums to the wind
It's Caustic
the two tone, Maybach Benz
(He ain't even from the hood) sell it to the streets
Nigga yelling that to me, you selling that for cheap
You best stick
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
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