Lyrics:
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Yeah real Rx
I got my mask on, yeah
Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah
Real Rx, yeah
If you gon' shoot then shoot
What's the hold up?
They shot
gotta man but still f***** me despite him (wow)
She telling me that she’ll leave him so this can be more than one nighters (what)
Hold on lil shortie you
(Here baby hold this )
Just know U riding wit a G
Yo Nigga ain’t nothing like me
Smooth talking Nigga like Unc
I like bad bitches and smoking on Runtz
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
I escape when I finish the rhyme
I got soul
You got it
You got it
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
I escape when I finish the rhyme
I got soul
You got it
You got it
eyes on the prize cause you won’t find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to bust a ditz so don’t slip in the way
Of the kid,
kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone,
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone,
Haha yeah, you see me, you be ducking up and down
Super Lex, cop a thing-thing
Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng
Fuck ya brains out hold when
day but Saturday be my day
I'm rolling with the Soul on skates
I can't wait
Time to let the good times roll
Let's lose control
When Sunday come, we've
on the peak of fall
Fell in love without
A bitch having a clue
Now she hold my hand
When we walk together
Might have to drop
That bitch next Tuesday
I'm too
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
crossed
Violations occur
And a boundary is made
When you mention a loved one
Adversaries made
Instantaneous shifts made
When wives are mentioned
a soul, told my peoples to be patient
But hold up, that's when a black caravan rolled up
My legs then froze up, I grabbed my pound
Told my man, "Eyes open
fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in
turning back like a bad cassette
It's funny how they take away our rights when we act correct
I could throw you a lung you still wouldn't catch your breath
your eyes are locked on me you regret dude
Don't worry bout it I'll fix that, my indigo's on dispatch
Bring your girls over we'll mix match, when
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