Lyrics:
expect me to do?
See, us two white boys rappin', felt like they would always compare us
Except you sell out shows across the world from Oakland to Paris
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp
All the hoods love us like the 15th and the 1st
Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words
Undertaker
instrument
And you've gotta accept that
So when you're making an effect
It's still going to come off beautiful
To us okay
So don't think
Oh I sound horrible
I
You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I'll see my grandmother there
She'll say 'Great God almighty, here come my child! He must've got here by
love you
He's try-in' to tear us apart
Whoa, he don't love you
FADE
Transcribed by Robin Hood
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific
by the smoke
Uh uh
My memories
I'll never stop
Really really making these
Its just something I love
Uh
Two feet down
From the stress, you cant knock
If
moving too fast you Ferrari
I’m talking bout the horse not Charlie
Slow it down babygirl need a dolly
Somebody gon' hate me regardless when they see this
cruising through the strip in Vegas,
Two of New York's biggest niggaz,
Y'all used to hate us, but now you love us,
Nas and Diddy, power hustlers.
(Yeah
okay because I don't fucking care
Of what you think of me, I'm being myself
The past two albums are like that, you should take a listen hoe
I don't need
okay because I don't fucking care
Of what you think of me, I'm being myself
The past two albums are like that, you should take a listen hoe
I don't need
to spit it real
And provide you with audible enjoyment
This interlude is brought to you by those two dudes
Leftwrite and Vishnu
Cooler than the ice hole you
about the aisle I'll never get to walk us down
Never see you graduate in your caps and gowns
It's 'bout to be 2008, how's this happening now?
I got so
believe it's been six albums already?
Why, it seems like only yesterday
That I single-handedly started this two-person band all by myself!
And definitely
back it up
Everyday I look like an album cover
My Death Row Chain going platinum plus
My Death Row Chain got them lapping up
Two seater Benz Puerto Rican
surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yeah Obama for real
They gotta put ya face
pale ladies in dolly white sheets
Pagan words and rose coloured drinks
Mechanical steam underneath
If to choose we rather take two
The chances are too
is me
Ooh I know one of them me
Westwood, you can not beat us
We are undefeated
I pull up in the Lamborghini, two seated
Your bitch she gon' seat in
on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for
Order now before the sounds of sexy soul get away
Hey y'all, I got a great new album in the mail today
Finer thangs, hoes like (Yeah) dough
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
Rhymes by
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
put you in the right mind
Light shines on my spirit, you just getting side lined
NO 2 your album, something like a nitrite
Man I'm far too smart to go
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
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