Lyrics:
like Dennis, The Menace
Causing mayhem on the come up like a young apprentice
Smoking weed and getting higher then a flight attendant
Hip-hop
in the club when I'm over them hips
Waking up to the turkey bacon over the grits
Orange juice and the newspaper over the clips
Later on she gon hook
Part of the flock, but not
I'm tryna' rap, so excuse my hip-hop
I make em' work
All these corny metaphors and made up words
Are all but part of the plan
a punk, huh
Ya, I'm a big Dogg
I make tracks and they hip hop
Ya my hits hot
And my bitch hot
And yo bitch not
Got the Glock hot
Shooting with the big big
Throw the buffs on, fuck with a broke ho, I just cannot
Fly with photos, hang out the window and bust a hop
Leave some hoes in a nigga whip, we turned it
ass
Keep it G at all costs, call that
Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that
Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back
A broke nigga he may entertain all
track that pitiful rhyme behind a temporal cloak
...this kind of hip hop has a different approach
Instead of women and gold,
It’s a victory pose
blitzin' with 30s and switches
Hop out, we won't drive by niggas
Rip off the car, won't slide by a nigga
I'm snakin' the plug, I'm a slimy lil' nigga
Took
mix
I walk with a limp
'Cuz I be carryin' hoes
I might've just busted my hip
Busted my hip but I still win the chip
I been stackin' my bricks
Might go
it like this
Let me tell you bout it
Flight mode no cargo
Danso
Fivestarsz Marvo
However you need it I'll make the car lean
Afro or hip hop
I give
for no frontin
New type of lingo, catchy like a jingle
Rougneck hip-hop is drippin from the single
Now, let me introduce you to the one
The Channel
for no frontin
New type of lingo, catchy like a jingle
Rougneck hip-hop is drippin from the single
Now, let me introduce you to the one
The Channel
I met a fine chick at the club
She say she like how I’m dressed up
She knew my name she’s heard my mix
Judge that I’m rich based off the kicks
I take
got to handle
Down for the ride hold me like a saddle
Shaking her hips move it like a rattle
Bitches is bums and they don't wanna battle
Princess Diana
all of my cousin
8am with ya bitch and we fuckin
Spin through the nine and watch him get the runnin
Do a drill then a song on some club shit
Chapo got
on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit
We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted
To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid
I give the party
ass got pants sagging
Cause I be rapping my ass off
Hardcore hip hop when other rappers mad soft
I roll a charnin niggas
Big head shitting in the woods
Hill, Soul Assassins, all up in the club
Showing love to everyone of you real niggas
'Cause the hip-hop's pumping through the blood in my veins
Like
Fuck that (brrt), I'm shootin' first, ain't no way he gon' bust back (brrt)
Walk in the club, got this bitch by my nutsack
You reach for my chain,
Nowt's stoppin' this rhyme
So step into the hip-hop fight club with a kung fu tongue twist
I'm the Lee, Chan 'n' Norris of this shit
12 Gage, more like
I got hip-hop taste buds
I wanna hear that bass when I make love
Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up
Write rhymes to get me through a break up,
Oops I did it again killed all my ops I got no one to beef wit
I done disrespected every little b**** in this club and I got no one to leave with
If
See now bring it brother well, well
[Big Daddy Kane]
Since hip-hop genesis, I been at this in the mix
In Bed Stuy tenements, rippin'
that work and leave this pass the six feet (feet) I go by the name lil turk, I know you niggas know me (me) I'mma original hotboy, yes I'm down wit cmb
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