Lyrics:
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
Started off on the Island, AK
on this lyrical high real quick
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
1993 exoticness, know what I'm sayin'?
Let's get technical, where's your bone at?
Get up on that shit, aight?
Yo
Started off on the Island, AK
on his
Own, and a double entendre for technical
Fouls in basketball jay opens
There by asking forgiveness for making
His first dollars off drugs, cooked
the points
Man my joints need a break
I don't lose
(I never do it)
Back to back MVP
So my team let me lead
I'm no fluke
It's so technical homie
I'm no
line, that's a technical foul
I don't know what the fuck you talking 'bout, I'm hanging up right now
Nigga, you ain't Nick Cannon and this ain't wilding
and soul
The MC regulator, microphone detonator
My real live want to battle niggas take a vouch
Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and +Let Da fuckin Monkey
Shieks, throw them joints and 'Let da fuckin' monkey out'
Not "Hell yeah" but "Hell, yeah" in Cin' City
When I spit this here it's easy as
(1, 2, 3)
You
'em better get the anesthesia
Your favorite rappers are the bullies now the bullies getting beat up
Technical foul. Ah shit, just got T'ed up
Like
technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is
Mama, the President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
to crack all my joints
Girl that's a technical foul
I don't even have any points
I don't need you anymore
I said that I don't need you anymore, nah
I said
back
Roll another joint and laugh
For the nerves butterflies dance in my stomach
Every time you pass
Now back to the verse
Curved all these girls that
how ta move in the dark so I lit this joint
My tongue is pretty far from a spark but that ain't the point
If you knew me way back at the start that
the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
Stockton
Throw me the joint and I'll rock 'em
Never been drafted, started from the bottom
Still they callin', I must be ballin'
Smashin' this shit off
to retire
Because you can't acquire the technical technique
To speak to me, I love ripping emcee's
I love hitting them tree's
I love when she on her knee's
yo digo for breakfast
A joint a cup of coffee
And my enemies egos
Staying regal with my fellow kings
Living life a day at a time and seeing
What it
rap
4 fifteens in a bucket. That's a pimp slap
Fuck it! I'm a always do my own style
If you take a nigga style that's a technical foul now
Linguini in
So here we go
Fresh joints roll
I’m sparking up
Pffffff
And blowing out an O
What do ya know
I’m back in slo-mo
Hold all that smoke in and don’t
federal
Boogie cousins getting technical with my schedule, psilocybin that’s my chemical
And they try to count me out like a boxer in the ring
But I’m
Yea new Vice City
When a dark path in a risin' Static
Psychopaths are goddamn dramatic yea
Lemme telling' the joint right quick yea
Welcome to vice
Back like I never left
Technical issues, a nigga had to reset
Big check
I do it for my sanity, nigga fuck ya respect
Call up my 650 brother, he gone
It's just a groove it's just a groove it's just a groove
Positive reaction or go to the action technical traction
Enter the new phase forget the wind
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