Lyrics:
of wreckage
That sounds awfully aggressive
But still impressive
In the ears of the massive
I love to be expressive
Spit a lot of rhymes I hold rhythmic cargo
dance
when i'm in the club racks on me throwing 50 bands
Bad bitch all up on me she a fucking fan
Had to block her she keep tagging me on Instagram
It's
to the club
Papoose, Pa-poose!!!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got a riot outside homey (Huh!) and every hood with a thug
niggaz try to rush the door
tatted on the same arm
I pull a trigger with
It ain't a question
Once a hater aiming in my direction
I gotta spit rhymes
That's darker than my complexion
something, you know what I'm on
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (Ho!)
I might fly by you in that Diablo (Hey!)
I'm
style real serious
What you think it ain't that serious?
I bang clubs and streets it's getting hot
See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top
Young
I wanna be big
Like King Kong big
Big like the Empire State Building
Be big, dream job, fast cars
Like the kid Baskin that wish on Zoltar
Be big
Like
in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers
back outta place (what)
and dislocated reaching for that mic device kid I'm Nice
[Verse 2]
Yo, We never timid break the street limit
state laws
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
tracks embellishes
The idea clearer that Wu-Tang Forever
This, way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness
Enjoying by God, no man could sever this
I
Verse 1:
toe to toe Kid 'N Play's on a roll again
it's only right that we keep the crowd dancin'
the rhymes are dope the tempo is steady
you ready
that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti that jizzin' can't control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
you know
They know that from Compton School District
I give it to the kids
Don’t gossip ‘bout how it was distributed
I, I, I know how people work
I know
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip,
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check
move, that's an ass'quake
Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass'state
Roll my weed on it, that's an ass'tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this
move, that's an ass'quake
Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass'state
Roll my weed on it, that's an ass'tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this
move, that's an ass'quake
Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass'state
Roll my weed on it, that's an ass'tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this
you don't recognize your blessings then you're killing your worth
Fill up a purse with bands, drop it off to your mom
That's if you can, if you can't,
to the floor
Make that ass shake
Woah make the ground move, that's an ass quake
Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass state
Roll my weed on it, that's
Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people
I'm trying to make it for my kid
I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends
takin'
That shits free with an LP in circulation
And we be wastin' time
Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes
It's all good times, thank
that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti that jizzin' can't control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort Apache
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