THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD!
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And once you start seeing me training and grinding You gon' fuckin' go bitch (yeah) Everything 'bout JPEG's I like I wan' big up all di massive dem from Nigeria, Gambia You done know seh unnuh respect all di African dem inna e place All German people dem, yeah man, big and serious, yuh zimmi? In't nothing wrong with the two of us, know that Put it down just like you miss me, know that Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us Know that Yes, you know that (Yeah, man big up di dancing) (Wan' better than that, y'ah hear me, Monica?) (Sekkle di bike, enuh, fix di bike, big and serious) uh oh I got- baby momma in the back seat (oh, no) (yuh zimmi?) The other- baby momma won't stop harrassin' me (well damn) I can't keep up with these girls, I just want quiet and peace (yeah) There's more than dick in this world Bitch, take me outta the streets Gotta keep some of you, f*ck every one of you I got the gun in the tee (for real) She said, "I'm done with you, I had my fun with you Take me back to the streets" (yeah) Watch your tone when you talk to this geek Choppa don't jam, it's like one of y'all beats (nah) Stay in the lab, get the f*ck out the streets This is not what you want, this is not where you at, this not it I finesse and I jugg in that bitch (yeah, man big up di dan-) Give it back, I ain't through with that shit (what else?) Can't do shit on your own, know you need the assist (uh) Attack of the Clones when these niggas be spittin' Off beat shit ain't gon' make you a livin' Teach you somethin' since you think that I'm kiddin' (ay) Whoa, third-eye rappin'-ass niggas Noi flows, report for an image Whoa, called up the minister, something just ain't addin' up But lions and leopards ain't meant to be jiggy (nah) Toran Hill, they say meant to be pretty (nah) Niggas named after baking soda But ain't never touched no fuckin' coke and you see (facts) She's so thick, hit that bitch with a fast ball Know you wanna f*ck for an image (come here, baby) Heard your tape but I didn't get a mention Last year, bitch, I be the sentence I swear these hoes just want the attention Stop talking, I see you blur your face for the 'Gram I blur your face, forensics With the star bitch, I'm Jimi Hendrix With this f*ck shit I'm Eddie, wait, Kendricks, man Now give thanks and praise to His Majesty Imperial Haile Selassie I The First, Jah
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Written by: Barrington DeVaughn Hendricks
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