Lyrics:
think you better than me
Better than me
Boy hit me a verse
Uuh
People they testing my patience
By pushing my buttons
But it's okay
You can't affect me
(breaks!) never riddle little beats
See me on rap city be -E-T spit graffiti
Present a full section of flavors that's robust
Dilated Peoples my brother we
flown'est pas pimpant
Ton rap ne me parle pas et me laisse de marbre
Mais on ne juge pas un poisson à sa façon d'grimper aux arbres
Mes lyrics provoquent des
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by
fuckin' dick, bite me
I'm not somebody that you should be takin' lightly
All of this hate in the air, it blinds me
Admit it, you fuck boys love to fight me
That boy's hot enough to melt hell, burn Satan too
Fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue
So you can hate him, he don't blame you,
(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C)
We are hittin' hard in Oakland
Word!
We are hittin' hard in L.A.
Word!
Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
T on the mic, TopGunning
After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat
Rhyme Syndicate boy, in effect
The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme
geah, I cause commotion
Cancel your promotion, rub my lyrics in a potion
You laugh and it's good to be a teacher
To be sweated by a sucker who's weaker
than Bosses' recipe
Incite recitation forever Ras Rock Steady like Buck when breakin on ducks
Who get props by association
Buy if ya lyrics suck, then
not climbing the scale (bllrrr)
Up in the room, up in the room might bail
Lyrics so hard, nigga had to read it go in braille
Nigga not hard, boy ya song
on the beat I be snapping
Put no auto-tune and my lyrics be smacking
Yeah bitch I'm gwaupisaac I'll make it happen
Shot that boy on his chest now that boy need
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
to step up
It's ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up
Tryin to step to me, boy, you must be sick
Got a nine in my pocket, takin heads out quick
I make my
explode
Big, bad, and bold B-boys of old
Many styles we hold, let the story be told
Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
So let the beat
Bro still Ain't buffer
The sell dam ba dum
Tss I don't entertain the jokes
Grew up on mojo and shea products
Promised light dollars
Wait no et
Pockets
Je rote, je pète, je suis un tueur à gaz
Nique Jean Dujardin
Moi je représente les gens du voyage
Toute mes phases et punchlines sont réputées
vite, vite, wow
Deux ballons de foot dans le bas du
Dos, une virée qui vire au drame
Et une maman perd son baby boy
La rue juste en bas de chez
Ma mère
knows the block
From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops
Nope, I ain't rockin' with them boys I was with
But I'm still blingin' and showin' off
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