Lyrics:
the guys (Yeah)
You never been by my side (Yeah)
I don't really fuck with you
Bitch you been killing vibe (Yeah)
You just been flipping on sides (Yeah)
I
Smith and whose
You better stand up
Better yet, sit down
Be humble
How'd you manageGetting this far on ya own?
Listen please
Get a sound analysis
Because
taller
Dropped all aggravation
Backed by the mind of Einstein
I solve a maths equation in under 5 seconds
The weapon for me was my wit
Against your racists
Im with the gang and we been on the move
Fuck out the way, let me get in my groove
They tell me it's hard, that shit the truth
Got me some cars,
Low key a mastermind, I stay on my grind, with these rhymes
Tryna find my way up out the pine
And foolgazy niggas blocking all my shine by throwing
like to do don't get no better than this
Mission one is now done, hop in the beamer with slip
So while the players are still hating, trying to ruin
the east, and I'm never gonna stop
I did it by myself, y'all better give props
I killed this beat, and you might hear this shit a lot
But this young, flashy
its O-V yup
Left foot on the board the right one kicks
Uh push and I'm free again, here we go
Here's a preview of myself to view
Directly from me to you
LYRICS FOR CLASSIC BY
JOHNNIE PETERSON (JOHNNIE CLEVELAND/WEST ONE)
AARON HADALA (A-RON BACARDI)
AND CHRIS KING (DOBAD).
Intro:
Out of the past
out and grab it from myself
Bad for your health to share with these vampires beware
All in your hair
Try to suck you dry
Succulent steaks, I been eatin'
like Billy Crystal
Rhyme books is so official
Bound to blow, so move your missiles
Five, four, three, two
It's nice to meet you
How those noodles see
stutter when she pass by
The Patek, Balenciaga, and Versace
Top dog everywhere they call her mami
L U X U R Y
The type chick to make ya stutter when she
to calm this
Brother from Brooklyn, made to fit a groove
And prepared for the unexpected, to make a move
So put up your girl, and let's see who's in
the groove that's strictly metropolitan
Past go, I'll let you go again the pen emulates
what's heard from the four wheel
And Babyface ain't never seen this
reigning on
Me i need that
Yeh ×5
Well i think im better when i
Run in with my (shit what)
Head high
Can i?
Chief, need that
Keep on getting back
Up
Dont
next, I'm stakin' out a five star restaurant to kidnap the chef
Say goodbye to the stress
I know you think you got it together player, but fuck
a stab at making life better with mic stands
Collection of my fathers old records some nice jams
A Groove theory experimented at night and
The truth
little soldiers
4 little soldiers
5 little soldiers
What's the difference
Everybody can get it
Little soldiers
Get it
Little soldiers
1 little soldier
2
And get these bands from me, bitch, I ain't shit free
You better hit these motherfuckin' streets and bring that bag to me
Shit, and every night I drive
They see me like an MJ
They feelin like La Toya
Im lookin like an F5
They pushin a Toyota
They got that hate in they heart
I got that sauce, got
'til my balls catch VD
Mess with us, straight up, y'all better bust
I'm the one you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever was
I'll leave
Well I'ma do it like this, I'm obligated to bust rap's and peel cap's
For snap's in order for me to let go my flow I gained from my
Nigero say five
music loud, my parents proud
There's not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
To make you get up
We gon rock all night until we get it
Cause I know we both got this connection
Girl don't you know that I can transform ya
By the end of the night,
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