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We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin' hot)
Well it's like smack
soundin' like thunder
Skated by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his place last week
Now why you wanna come at me?
I'm the wrong nigga
Throwin' 40 bottles out the roof,
Breath about 100 proof,
Slammin' bot-els,
Rod-els shakin' my back,
So gone,
I feel like hurlin' off the yak,
[Lady Luck]
Uhh, what
Lady Luck
Def Jam
Shutting the game down from the whip
To the tunnel
You in da club
Yo
Bang this
What ya'll gonna do when we
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with
Yo Sonus
This chune a bad yanno!
Cheese!
Kwasi Manni, Jasmine
Come let's jam to this banger
Pretty girl inna mi corner
Is too hot bae fi this
Spring break, bamboo bills, the sun was a-smoulderin' hot
We looked like two lobsters washed up huntin' a place to cool off
I slid my Red Stripe over
Now we out in Paris, yeah, I'm Perrierin'
White girls politickin', that's that Sarah Palin
Get-get-get-get-get-gettin' hot, Californicatin'
I give
SPRING BREAK BAMBOO BILLS |THE SUN WAS SMOLDERING HOT|WE LOOK LIKE TWO LOBSTERS WASED UP |HUNTING A PLACE TO COOL OFF|I SLID MY RED STRIPE OVER
Cochran
Get me off, grant them the ball, if I walk
Put that order in the court, yeah
Give me crack on and who the fuck really care, yeah
World best
I be getting so high by myself
I have visions
Keep a couple rods
No i never been fishing
Momma told me they wasn't solid
No i didn't listen
She my
'em, catch him, they hot
If I catch you without my scratch, I'm stretching you out
If you catch me without the burner, burn me
I beg of you, shoot off
tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by
'em, catch him, they hot
If I catch you without my scratch, I'm stretching you out
If you catch me without the burner, burn me
I beg of you, shoot off
out massively, wow
Who am I? the mc
Untouchable, can't be caught off guard with fast tracks or slow tracks
Ass cracks get waxed to the max, mc's pack
I can say his name 'cause he ain't dead (Wooski)
How you let a nigga vouch for you who just got out the feds?
Sneaking pics by Von mural like lil'
I go to town on you
Beat the crown off you
Beat the clothes off you try'na get the hounds off you
Nigga fightin' back is only gonna make it worse
(dude)
Raised bars (uh), same song, we did it (yeah)
Hot sauce, pour it on all jams, explicit
Carry on, smoke strong, got your mama down with it (come
your expired by the shots
Hot wired by the watts, exterminate ya, terminate ya
War displayed by the real niggaz
[Raekwon]
On his wrist saw
But have your safety off,and your shit cocked
Because when I come to get that ass
I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass
So punk,don't make
rap drops from my track
Rocks and jams your lap-top
Cause your disk drive can't get this lad
This guy willing to diss guys in the right of disguise
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
rod
Raceline, like a Hot rod
Raceline, like a Hot rod
I pulled out that hot pocket
Oh yeah, that pocket hot
Take off, rocket
Rock it, rock it, hard
Rock
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