Lyrics:
over one hundred and one degrees
And speaking of hot y'all, we're back with another new hit song
Microwave, by Casey Jones II and FARO, that's coming
Chase N cashe can the drummer get some, huh?
Indeed, phat tracks, good weed
Anthrax, you know we loud
Baby the band's back smokin' hash
Now my
If you're not flippin' cuts like DJ Romes
Well then you're not representin' with the LPs
If you're not droppin' tracks like Madlib
Then you're not
If you're not flippin' cuts like DJ Romes
Well then you're not representin' with the LPs
If you're not droppin' tracks like Madlib
Then you're not
Yeah, Erick Sermon, EPMD, check it
Redman, method man, lady luck, def jam
Erick and Parrish millennium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down
Yo!
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
focus on what is hot now, stop clown
Niggas only hang cause of the trendy shit you rock
But in a couple more months you're getting shot down
I've been
the mad shots, come out rapid, you know that, brr, gon' stop his gears
Off the window, up the track, you know I get the pen and clip
You know I put on his
the breaks
You're a poser, now jam it in your head
More like a forum poster, just hangin' by a thread
I compose a beat and throw it to who handle it the best
I be getting so high by myself
I have visions
Keep a couple rods
No i never been fishing
Momma told me they wasn't solid
No i didn't listen
She my
Original Flavor that's Nice & Smooth
My jam's ghetto Red Hot, take out the Ice Cubes
And just be cool, I'm o.t. to drop a Sermon like Eric
B., your Clan
hot for we,
Tru D-O-G make it hot boy,
[Tru Dog]
I got to get this off my chest I like recess,
And I like it the best when I'm ballin',
these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real
I'm after Drake's fortune
Cause this is not a Thief's end
Falling off the ledge then ending up in the Deep-End
Swimming with the sharks
As I pick apart
Last chance y'all even if you can't ball
What part don't you understand? Your wish is my command
And I'm a rock a jam by popular demand
You gone
they walk in Egypt
But the people of God who assault the seas
And the Earth until the Church
Is off to see Him
Lemme jam it man, not by my own works
But
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
DJ Lord's on the platter
Cant shake this, the gott-damn matrix
Got actors winning politics, the tricks
Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass rap
matter, DJ Lord's on the platter
Can't shake this, the gott-damn matrix
Got actors winning politics, the tricks
Got hot chicks in the back of of wack ass
get hot like a nigga been roasting
Throw his ass (Off a bridge) the nigga was (Trolling)
Big ass glock how the fuck can I hold it?
Sellin that sarah
hundred years later two hot rods drag through the very same place
And a half a million people
Moved in to pick up the pace, a factory full of people
Get the crowd jumping when the bass go boom
Give no fucks when I jam to this tune
Butterfly wings yea I am whom
Surrounded by the spirits of my fam
would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone Mountain
Give a fuck about these haters man
I'm
the days of hot tracks
Claimin' you in The Firm how's that?
When you got your spot jacked
Read between the lines
The foulest dreams was lead to blind
Tonight
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