Lyrics:
directin' and starrin' in it
Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin' in with they team and carry toolies
You can jump right out
to give a shit about me
Zombie gang all y'all niggas pace is
On some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the same
So forever am I living staying out
found
Never gonna hear the sound of which path is right or wrong
Better gotta make another sad song
Life is passing out sooner or later
All along pedal
presumptuous or anything
Like I don't know if you even want to have sex with me yet
So anyway, now it's all right here in this stupid ass track
That has gone
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
THAT BEEF , PUT YA BED WHERE YOU SLEEP , DRAKO , AR , 223 , HUNNID
ROUND MAN DOWN I JUST LOVE THAT K SOUND , TRAUMATIZED BY ALL THIS SHIT SO I WONT PLAY
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
wrote for me
I grip a stick I wrote a
Poem not a rap
I'll be slapping when
The money's bottlecaps
Fall out
With niggas that care about
All clout
H, Budapest
Ay, make out with sound, make it take off her new dress
Ay, lay her down, make a killing, it like who next
Ay, mic sex like my wench, she
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
I leave him beheaded
Put your neck inside the guillotine
Can't wait to see the looks of disbelief
On all the faces of the haters
And people that
I had to fight for my life by giving out death
It might not sound right, ill choose when im laid to rest
Take flight im out of sight, leave them cold
sounds
'Gonna leave you lost and out of bounds
So many dead and underground
Can't lose my head keep track of sounds
You'll never know when I'm around
Ain't
to lay this fucking beat to rest
And we going hard 'bout to leave you running out of breath (yuh)
And this is Yodin on the beat
Coming through to you from
need all that-all that
Dough homie fall back, Homie never show that
Funny money Borat, leave him like my door mat
Flat on the ground, move tracks by
(c'mon, see'mon) plat'
Yo Na Na so ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggas freaked out
She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
Spell it out, not an acronym, I don't stand for nothing
Every track that y'all hear me rapping in, y'all like "this man disgusting"
Cooler than ice, I
you make a sound
Run away from ya troubles like a track meet
You want that bullet exactly where ya tracks meet
We got two different goals two different
games, I'm a playa so I peep it.
Put one of your funky tracks next to mine and watch me heat-seek it.
Kablow.
All my enemies have been faded.
Even
all my well check's,Leave my health
Cause I cant count all this money think I need some help,
It's the franchise of zone 6 no jazze cheif
I got
Running down the court
10 seconds left
Down by 2
Gotta hold my breath
Trey Burke double team
Beale's out getting rest
I pulled up on em
Shot the 3
without anyone to hold him back
No friends to stop all his tracks
No friend to tell him that his sounds were sounding wack
No family to take his stacks
you want to see the light
And you complain about a toothache
Same niggas you can tolerate pain
But they always wanna bite
Y'all niggas sound like
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