Lyrics:
wassup, yerrrr
With the squad, on the block, at the spot, yerrrr
[Verse 1]
None of these rappers saying shit
Who dafuq is this Asian kid
I'm on my Super
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
We're the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're the talk of the town and don't you think we're not
For we've found love
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
you ain't smoking no more weed in here, man
Chill man
Bobby Steels
Somebody go to the store, man, fuck that shit
Sup kid?
Get baking soda
Yo
[Intro: Phonte]
Hey baby look here, this new song I wrote it's got that nice groove
That everybody dancin' to
And when I play it it kind of remind
what time it is
To all my real New Yorkers
Please, stand up
That's right
Augh
Yeah, Look
It's that New York City, time to get gritty
Bang Bang, a kid got
YO, is in this to win this
A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS
No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully
You want to buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
On the news it was televised
An Astrovan on Daytons strolled by
You think I lie? O.M.B. supplies the R.I.-
P. to the busters in front of me
Sweat that ass every
[Intro]
(I walk around) Keep the mic on (acting strange, like a man in a daze)
I don't know what happened, son, I just lost my mind, son
It's like
I used to be a kid on the block
Now I'm on my grind, I ain't never gon' stop
Yeah, I grew up a bit and I'm still on top
Ain't nothin' ever gonna slow
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't
Title: "TELL THEM FI STOP"
crtiste : iDELiTY
(intro)
Yagga
It’s time to bring back the era
Of long intros
Where you know shit is serious with the long intros
And because I am serious
I’m Serious, like
[Intro]
Yea, 1-2-1-2
Yea, 1-2-1-2
Yea, this ain’t no mic check nigga
Fuck what they doing man, it’s just all bout us
[Hook]
Park the 560, right
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places,
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
Yo make a do some intro
I be something better
Naah a be bigger
For this journey top
I'll be your instructor
To a brand new state of mind
A you dey
Open your eyes, picture this scene
A street in the ghetto, and kid named Gene
Runnin' the block like Apartheid in Africa
(Yo, I got a deal, man)
spinning blocks, doing hits
You a never blast
You ain't put that bitch on and you had a mask
Then I heard yo new song talking 'bout you a gangster and shit
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
[Intro]
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Oh no (louder) oh no (louder)
Uh huh, uh huh
[Chorus]
(Drop drop) - my homies that ride chromies let it
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