Lyrics:
in it deeper, I only bone divas
Impregnate the world when I come through your speakers
Fuck hot, my records got the fever
Niggas kick dirt, get ya
leaking through the speakers on all y'all
My short term speaking is long haul
Your speaking is all gone
Niggas out here don't want me to win
So I talk my
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
turn over that ice bundle
Cadillac Devilles look right with that (Gilla House)
Comin' through yo' speakers like my ice cream (in ya mouth)
I shoot
the store
The DJ spin the record out on the dance floor
Comin' through the speaker to shake your eardrum
Brain cells get lit, then you hear where we're
Oh-oh, whoa
Zappin' it to ya
The pressure's everywhere
Goin' right through ya
The fever's in the air
Oh yeah, it's there
Don't underestimate
(Oh)
We are the VA players
Love to The Neptunes and The Clipse
To ya bootleggers we breakin' off both of ya legs
The underrated Maganoo, comin
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
in it deeper, I only bone divas
Impregnate the world when I come through your speakers
Fuck hot, my records got the fever
Niggas kick dirt, get ya
keep it comin'
And ya don't stop
They say
Uh and ya don't quit
I got complexes
Ya can't figure out
My dad said
"he's a bum, kick the nigger out"
hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe,
y'all, y'all y'all-y'all Y'all y'all
Y'all y'all ya-y'all ya-Y'all y'all y'all
Yo, I walk through brick walls
Fuck around hijack your whole shoppin'
smoke so you can hear my speakers blow
Hey, I like that shit you on, ya dig?
And I got some shit I'ma put you on
I'ma put you on that shit I be
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
Oh-oh, whoa
Zappin' it to ya
The pressure's everywhere
Goin' right through ya
The fever's in the air
Oh yeah, it's there
Don't underestimate
factors in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
and it don't make sense,
To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents,
This greed is killin' us by the hundreds,
Ya sittin' on a million but ya still
rounds of throw down, who hold crown?
Protect land wit' four pound, Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario
Comin' through your stereo,
streets just get something
Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion
Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics
Cause
girl I'm comin' through
I got a couple things that we can do
I just had to call ya
Big T and I'm from Chicago
You know I gotta represent the city
flavors of all sorts
My squad comin through, chop off your ear
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo
rounds of throw down, who hold crown?
Protect land wit' four pound, Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario
Comin' through your stereo,
flavors of all sorts
My squad comin through, chop off your ear
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Yo we can take it outside
Ya'll niggas want something?
Yo
rounds of throw down, who hold crown?
Protect land wit' four pound, Limp Bizkit
Get around like merry-go, bust a scenario
Comin' through your stereo,
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