Lyrics:
the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back,
Hello, my name is Rice
Welcome to CAMS, the Lo-Fi Tape
This album is brought to you in part by my love for Lo-Fi
And the ability to hit the record
that, I'd rather be loud and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes"
But my f- mouth was nightmareish
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
fast broads
Through the windport
I can handle narcs
When the candle sparks
You hit the ground
And I snatch the bandana
We ridin' out
It's Shady
(Hit-Boy)
A divine creature, ran through dimes, divas
I turned blocks to beaches
By the time you see us, we just turned tides even
Cuban chain,
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?
[Hit Squad] The head banger
Parrish Smith gettin wreck
[Hit Squad]
Kate, I'm honoured to have you, my daughter
Sing on my Chrstmas album with me
Here is a lovely song called Winter Wonderland
And maybe you could
Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone
He's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy
Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin'
Now we're gonna play a song now
Uh This song is from an album called One Size
Fit's All well I'm surprised you people
Have heard of it didn't sell
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back
Every album that I drop has got more
the plugs all my niggas be some gangstas baby slash thugs I’m good by my lonely baby I don’t need a hug Chop my brick like yeahhhh
Rocking a cappella
Say they
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
I'm really gonna do it this time
I think I got a whole lot on my mind
Somebody tell God right now he need to hit my line (yeah, uh)
Now I ain't
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
i seen ups and downs hit
but i aint never heard him sound the way that he sounded
it really caught a nigga by surprise, i was astounded
he a real
this, "Keep something crisp on your wrist"
Now we on album six, the top team on your list
Probably grab another hun' though
Industry cutthroat, watch
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
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