Lyrics:
bitch and then jump in a foreign
You know what I represent
Everything I whip up and it gotta be foreign
We wrap it up like a mummy
Finessin'
money won't make a nigga smile
But It's different if you ain't got it right?
It's different if you ain't got it right?
When I wrap myself in verses,
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry:
Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite
wrote my shit
And I quote my script, neck froze that is
No Cap
I hit up my Jeweler & he soaked my wrist
You can't flow like this
I don't boast my shit
Block hot you can melt
Hmmm
I was lost I was there I know how you felt
Felt
Got cheated by the cards I was dealt
Got cheated by the cards
Going into
They say my heart got too cold
Anemic
You won't catch me in yo business
Bitch I got demons
They watching how I move
I'm strategic
Now they wanna work
snare drum son could break necks
You get yanked up and spanked up, your face shanked up
Who the fuck raise your rank up?
I blow your tank up, pop
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
spirits, see the blood I'm hackin' up
I love my kids and my fans, inside I sob harder
Cause you paid the price for my life and its right like bob barker
like an angle
Now to show you im an animal (Grrr)
Imma keep it humble
Sneak up on my food
Let them hear my stomach rumble
I just want a chase
Been
line, scoop you up
Mango juice with the stuff
Grind it up, bust some
Blunts, got some liquor, that's a plus
You can smoke, I'll get drunk
And we'll bob
like a soothsayer?
You Wanna eat suya,shebi I look like suya seller?
Local Ogoja boy making it to the top
Heading for the sky me no go stop
Love or hate
the roses
We just wanna get the Rolls Royce
Had no bread, I had no choice
Hit the block with the loud pack, wrap it up it make no noise
These are my
can't get enough
Yeah, I'm turning up the club
And they let me bring my mud
I got this drank up in my cup
I'm moving slow, I'm moving nuts
If you wanna
of bars and deserting ya
'Till they pull the final curtain up
Bob can rap that's for certain, yup
Making my way downtown, then I'm working up
With a hurting
the DPG'z
Ba-by...
Verse Three: Kurupt
Eryday, I bust rhymes and recite
In ways that make MC's stop in daylight
I'm the deadlies MC you wanna see
wraps
The spicy empanadas
Come eat me out boy
Just like a Tostada
I just wanna ride you, even at the drive thru
Do it in your rag top, baby, don't you
(See you when the sun come up)
I guess I'll catch you in your dreams
I guess I'll catch you in your dreams
(Out here wil'n don't give a fuck)
(See you
the fuck to do
Shit or what the fuck to say
Babe are you okay?
Do you wanna stay?
Am I to blame?
I felt so ashamed
And our whole world, was soon up in flames
man, smells like kerosene
Here comes the flow of a con of a queen
I wanna wrap her in serpentine
Hands up high, eyes open wide
Throw me something,
the drain
Ain't came here to play
What you wan say?
One of these days
Imma blow up like hiroshima
So sir I don't buy no plays
I don't even care if you
You think I'm stuntin', but no, I'm just surviving
And I've been here, but my soul is just arriving
Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
No
so ass
Damn, I'm a pass on that
Oh you made a song? I don't think I saw it
What it sound like? I already forgot it
Every format play bring out a new
gone learn, You can't get out of schooling
Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye
Aye Aye Aye
Feeling like Yeezy
Baby just shut up and take it all easy
Nah I ain't sweet,
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