Lyrics:
the Rambo if you step out of bounds folks, yea I'm living good but my heart aint never let the ghetto. Don't got it but I will off of skills no cameos. Pac
tour (wow)
My cameos and collaborations with some obscure artists.. (shh..)
It's hard to harness this much talent (yeah I'll bet)
c'mon Vurs man you
Now back from the 6-o-6-4-4 full of indo
Untypical is that bad ass ho
B to the R to the A to the T
Ain't no bitch is this industry that can see me
they'll say Adios
Wave goodbye from they patios
Hear me on the radio
I am a star, no cameo
Another day at my daily job
Where the earnings don't feel worth
the odds
Like Sandy Cheeks living in Bikini Bottom
You can see I’m on waves they ain’t finding
You can see I do things they ain’t trying
I’m a head like I
the mic and turn into Ali Baba
With just a dabber, my rhymes are guaranteed to grab ya
I got funk with the bass and soul
'Cause I've been rockin'
Oh yeah
I'm feeling good now
That Henny getting to me now
Yeah I see you smiling Bethel
Wassup twin
It feels so good to be back in the fucking Stu
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's
and you'll see all
His sexy hip thrust gyrations
When life gets tough and causes you to fret
If you're feeling overwhelmed by
Insurmountable consumer debt
Girl, this man done showed up at the party with another girl
Holdin' hands and shit
And he walked right by me
Didn't even say nothin
And the girl
On the bandwagon askin' Siggy what's up? Hey
Remember when you said I was a retard, bruh
Whenever you told me that I wasn't hard, bruh
See i'm driven by one purpose,
representing
The uptown jazz sound and the chicks start mingling
Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth is in the Mecca house
to the worms drop
Yeah you heard we rock, microphones by the masses
You never smash it, I get see-Notes diggin for the casket
It gets drastic, no need
see the feet marks
Your teeth marks on my vibe like soup bones
Packin' in shows like the kidz in group homes
Jammin' high, metaphorical samurai
Chop two
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
me to a sip
Of sangria, Zambia, camera cameo hand me a handful of hips
A stamina stampede of happily happenings dabbling into obli-
-Vion, neon, be
im like artillery by fire
its a hazard he wired
or like you
walking with ya flashlight in the daytime
get higher
id rather stay at home
Gimme little bit of this with a little bit of that
Little bit of funk with a little bit of rap
Gimme little bit of love, get a little back
Gimme
come here, come here)
Move out to California
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I'm
come here, come here)
Move out to california
Do what I want 'cause I can
If I don't because I wanna
Be ignored by the stiff and the bored
Because I'm
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
river
Right to the sea
I ain't no punk (ain't no punk)
Just a little bit stanky (a little bit stanky)
I got the funk (I got the funk)
I'm a swamp
strictly raw rap
Totally intended for yours dressed in all black
With the ski mask, or the pantyhose makin' cameos
In liquor store cameras with the twin
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