Lyrics:
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
I'm smoking
You think we compare
Please that had me choking
Laughed so much I almost fell out my damn chair
Watch the throne
Got here by staying driven
Got enough on my plate
Why try n stir up these fools
My homie just hit me up
So I know everything's cool
But my other brotha booked
He never abide by
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
obviously not in the mix
I ain't whipping up work I'm just cooking up grits
I fuck with the gas I ain't fucking with bricks
I don't play with my nose I ain't
Verse 1:
I just been rolling by myself tryna stay focus and shit
You don’t show love to me but love niggas who don’t know you exist
And she be
so long it feel like I'm rappin' just for sport
Ball on the track never mix my sports
Ball on the track when I whip that Porsche
All on the Audubon,
Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor
to make you
Shawnna:
I know you want me baby
Do I make you horny baby
I can tell by ya eyes
You want me ta ride you
Like a horsey baby
Better
paper too
I don't follow tracks
Tracks follow Marlow
Disrespect is met
And followed by a hollow
I can't rock a halo
Cuz I understand the world
But I can
peepin through the ozone
I like to chill out, hang out
cause I'm cool, you know Big Ed is in the mix with the fix
fool, I seen niggas shakin ivory, hoes
you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I
me
I be destroyin' niggas on tracks blatantly
Basically I'm patiently waitin' for a vacancy
It ain't hard to tell they all scared to challenge 'em
I
Way too muthafuckin' geeked when I come make a track
I can tell by how they speak to me with no respect
Paper chasing chase some cheese or jus go
But I'm with the shit
No Smith and Wesson my hip
Cookin up bars in the mix
Hop in the coupe and we gon' do the dash
Broke niggas that be talkin' bout
me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks
While my physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a wu, tang killer bee's on ya back
I comes for
lime from my Bacardi
Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley
Ask the don dada to do that song
While I, "Ooh ah, ooh ah", how I do that so long?
time it felt like I had
Built a hundred grand has it ended? damn
It was brick by brick but was it all sand?
Dylan land, why do I feel like there's
[Eggs]
I, I think it's by Sasha Universe or somethin'?
[Xain]
Oh mate, you got any Jakarta?
[Billy]
Oh mate, do you know Synth and Strings?
[Adam]
(Cam on the track so you know that shit bound to blow)
Ah yeah
Yeah
See the weed doing what the liquor can't feeling marvelous
I been back
mix it up like juicy lacore
I put it on her, time to rock some juicy catore
Take a backseat lets do it in the bj
Yeah I know that sounds so cliche
a track that's cool
And I'm gonna have to follow through
I'm gonna show you how I do
So you never can ignore
A true Emcee
Spitting raw metaphors
COME N CY
you know we on that)
And they told me to shut this down, I'ma do it tonight
(You know, you know, you know we on that) yeah, come on
I'ma do it
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