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(Swizz Beatz)
Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Game) Boom, guess who stepped in the room Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon Back from the dead but they never found my killer So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's Yeah, give a drummer some If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon The beats are filet mignon without the A1. Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16 Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese! (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Lil Wayne) Bang, guess who checked in the game Smoke in the air like LeBron James Running this shit like he Ron Dayne Pull out my dick and just pee on flames She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's I'm in my prime like Deion I'mma shine like neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums Travis on the beat Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat Weezy F I'm an Fing star Haha, get it? I'm an FN star Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) (Rick Ross) Tupac and Juice riding on the loose King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose Got the wide body I'm a fat muthaf-cker In Swahili I'm screaming stack muthaf-cker Ya homie won't stop until I decide to Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know Bitch I'mma boss, best foots on the blow Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so (Swizz Beatz) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a drummer get some Can a, can a drummer get can a, can a drummer get Can, can a drummer get (Can a drummer get some) |
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Your mind's all a flutter no pigs on the gig, no swine for the supper
No wine in the cupboard, everything of mine must show signs of the suffer And keep you oppressed to the other, struggle To keep it all fresh like tupper One of the tougher ginger bread men out the cutter, Skin ain't Huck Finn but I ain't Nigger Jim mother fucker I'm more like clubber from the upper cut of the gutter Never can't tell I won't bow down to the bull like Calculta That ain't what I'm rapping for, I'd rather be a matador So tar, tar, rev and roar I know that sounds fucked up like a raptor/rap tour? But there's no roof clips if I lose so I choose To keep on seeing red like crips in Ha! He the guy who rise to eye pools ... Hey I must admit it, I ain't sayin I'm the best OH! ... Niggas just jealous, cuz what i got restin on my neck OH! Cuz it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a G4! Mug if you want to, bug if you want to, chill if you want to Strug if you want to, build if you want to, joke if you want to Disrespect me, that's what you wan' do Been around the world the things that I've seen These things get turned into things that I sing Things stringed together with similes in between Then ming with the thing Since little green marines I Been, mean, jing ming, ring, ling, string, bean, dream, team, bling, bling, 3, rings, ring, ling ... So move towards it, I had to root for it like my home team, now they all lean, Singin' that Queen, Somebody to Love, Rhapsody Boheem, we are Champeens, Ya'll that worried bout the dust better stay on your scene? I drop the lyric with... You can document it, call it Bye Bo Leen? I got the spirit I fly over Wayne It's the fly MC... I must admit it, I ain't sayin I'm the best OH! ... Niggas just jealous, cuz what i got restin on my neck OH! Cuz it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a G4! Mug if you want to, bug if you want to, chill if you want to Strug if you want to, build if you want to, joke if you want to Disrespect me, that's what you wan' do I'm preforming mama, now everybody know me mama, All these hoes on me mama, why the hell you ain't want me mama, hey I'm preforming mama, now everybody know me mama, All these hoes on me mama, why the hell you ain't want me mama Success is my friend, who knew that when I grew up I'd be just like him Expect my roar if you reject my whim, errect my law, respect my pim I bring the pain, Method Men, I bring the pain S&M, jump the family one of my bestest friends, Try and kill us all your deaths breaks in, I'll just reply with excess winds Please God correct my sins to protect my kin, as they keep thinking ... my leg... I must admit it, I ain't sayin I'm the best OH! ... Niggas just jealous, cuz what i got restin on my neck OH! Cuz it took me from down on the ground to soarin' like a G4! Mug if you want to, bug if you want to, chill if you want to Strug if you want to, build if you want to, joke if you want to Disrespect me, that's what you wan' do |
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| 3. |
| 3:57 |
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[Chorus: RZA]
My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it Ton, son, carry it, ton, son, carry it [RZA:] Check his vital signs, strike his vital nerve Threw a viral curve, the rhyme tempest Like lightning bolts being thrown down from Mt. Olympus Beat on your head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash I splash beyond measurements I tour you back to a cast, arrest your development Overthrow your whole settlement, this is beat embellishment Burn the house, the one Hansel and Gretel went Unorthodox fly rhyming fox Wu Killa Bee appear on your body like the pox Keep rivalries like Yankees and the Red Sox I'd rather see it in the ballpark, then see it on the block, nigga My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott Sword in my hand, watch me parry it The weight of the truth, can any man carry it? [Chorus] [Raekwon:] Feel the wrath of a soldier when his wings is up We like the air force, generals with guns when rainy up Take it from leers, the stadium, the fans, the beers Titty shots from the bitches in the stands, we clear But we pop guns, live so wild, it's like banging a guitar On your face, all jacked in your mouth See the medals that I wear is honor, from the hood to Bahamas Back to Ghana, New York and Compton All my peoples get wilder than a mosh pit Roll even bigger, this is getting me riled Tattoos, I'm a destiny child, I'm a floss I'm a real muthafucka, stop stressing me out Cause I play hard, go hard, smoke bongs, this is the most strong Collaboration, me, Trav and Ra Old engines, we gon' respect 'em, drop joints and perfect 'em Chef is the Jon Bon and Led Zeppelin [Chorus] [RZA:] This is deadly dark dangerous, Wu-Tang slanderous Mosh pit bashing, watch 'em all bang to this Energy, energy, energy, energy Buzz Lightyear, boy, from here to infinity Two guns on my side like Yosemite You sick of that weak bullshit, here's the remedy Jack Daniel Tennessee, mixed with the Hennessy Turn into a Chuck D, boy, Public Enemy Or Flavor Flav, Johnny Depp, Wild Tennessee Poetical Emily Dickerson with the similes Metaphor whore, I puzzle like the jigsaw You strip like the weak more, I be the sycamore My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott Sword in my hand, watch me bust and parry it The weight of the truth, can any man carry it? [Chorus x2] |
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| 4. |
| 4:01 |
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I'm sitting in the .. smoking while i'm driving
You would get ... i'm smoking on this ..try to get it .. don't get it, repeat, you?ll never gonna get it, She say she gonna keep on close on I'm not a drumma but this time is gonna be ..on I told her, let me .. then i .. then i .. Chorus: Tell me that you're here, you're knockin, knockin', knock knockin I'm .. you feel, you?re droppin', droppin', drop droppin' ... Tell me that you're here, you're knockin, knockin', knock knockin I'm swaging like ..i become the rapper you'd better keep the ... 'cause i'm the best so they got me ..so clock..and watch this miracle .. 'cause they got ... ..like lindsay lohan, this is a .. in cadillac .. They try to turn me down and just .. like no man ...black man radio ..especially when busta rhymes scenario .. ..carry on ... Chorus: Tell me that you're here, you're knockin, knockin', knock knockin I'm .. you feel, you're droppin?, droppin', drop droppin' ... Tell me that you're here, you're knockin, knockin', knock knockin. ... to the bridge, the light ... from the label ..do with it ...gotta keep it real which i can't fake it And my style is so unique...gotta one piece to my mouth .. before i had the chance to speak... [2 xchorus:] |
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| 5. |
| 3:08 |
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[Mikey Rocks]
Its the humpdy dump truck big wheel wall crumbler, If money did talk yours probably be a mumbler, The bumble bee color kush burning in the bubbler, puff, Brother rocks dougie but its uglier on that other stuff, im saying no, weighing only about 175, I sound like a heavier guy, but we high, so high-five, Behinds and nice thighs, and the sun beamin', flicking on the old blue beamers hoodie, And woody allen couldn't see it with his glasses on, At homecoming getting drunker then the chaparron, And dont you hate when you go into a place and somebody need a I.D. Cause they left it at home, you feel bad if you go ahead and leave'em, so you Try to swap it out and hope the door man believe'em, Yo he payed cash, send a check to him directly or money orders, every dollar Four quarters [chorus] While i drive, break, shift. ?????? And they all jump down [Chuck Inglish] And i just touched down, with [?] sized clouds, louder than that pound, Like your neighbors at your door (growl), dog take yo job off the floor, Meet your neighbor chuck daly, hes the liveliest coach, bless his soul, its amazing though to save his [?] but To see he saved that color, mike rock got the range, had it flickin last summer, Size 900, with the turbo runnin on it, gold bbs's in the zone as a nexus supposed to be flexed on your niggas last summer, chill, we ain't have to move a muscle, had a court case Pending and we hit the ground runnin', get'cha rap together you ain't talkin bout nothing, [juice lips?] sink ships, and you aint Talkin bout none of us, and its 45 back on my number 9, '94 cant touch these like its hammer time [chorus] |
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| 6. |
| 5:53 |
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[Hook]
I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite It seems that I can?t win this fight Hands together if you there tell ?em leave me alone Devils got a hold of me Devils got a hold of me Devils got a hold of me (Devils got a hold of me) [Joell Ortiz] Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat He hates when I?m writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up, Vibrating and all that I don?t wanna see no wall crack I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the World cause I?m dope like them four packs Sitting in, writes on my window sill Making sure everything stays on chill ? wearing all white ? Sayin? pay yo bills So that raw metaphor that I thought of before I don?t remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store And I heard ?so you off touring?? I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score Looking at me like I?m something she aint never ever saw So a one hour run somehow turned into 24 Wifey callin?, I hit ignore My priorities is poor, listen Lord [Hook] [Royca Da 5'9'] (Nickel) My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it Plus I am awkward, uh I am an addict?s son, plus I am an addict son! I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums I am the lead done factor thats why I got an edge on rappers I am red rum backwards I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me I signed a deal with my maker, Satan?s my record company I got a k canon, I buy chincillas My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I aint landing I am the bank bandit I got a buying problem I goes in and walk out with all the money but I aint rob ?em [Hook] [Joe Budden] I?m talking, I?m talking, He talks, I listen GPS on my position Just living, just hanging out with the opposition Can?t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen Stupid, ya?ll, think it was just me I belong in prison crazy by my own admission On a mission to grab a podium Let me tell the public that I?m self-destructive I aint looking for no help, f-ck it Look for a way to get high I?m still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try ? We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain What are we sayin?, friends and family wanted me to change But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it I don?t wanna be another n-gga with no gold No fame, success, n-gga, no hope Sleep in the corner in Soho My uppers down, its no dough F-ck it they aint put me under yet Think what you wish I aint got one regret [Hook] [Crooked I] My automobile is not a Bentley He knows that my pockets empty The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me Standing on the block, you should not offend me I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don?t think the spirit of God is in me Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating I heard you got a safe in your crib so I?m there waiting Nobody safe in your crib, when I?m in that staircase I?m bare-faced Possessed by what you possess, I?m hell raising And I just left somebody?s father a quadriplegic Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt He did not believe it He?s losing blood and I?m cold blooded like I?m anemic I need a doctor I?m psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret Or see a Priest and I might just chill Or will I blow ?em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real |
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| 3:13 |
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Travis Barker, yeah, let, let, let's go
(Let's go) Lil' Jon, Yelawolf, let, let, let's go (Let's go) Twista and my homeboy Busta Rhymes (Let's go) Holla 'em Before I Take another minute just to give everybody a movie Never seen, I'ma hit 'em with another (Elbow) Let me get up everybody That be movin' with Travis Barker On your mark, so ya ready? (Let's go) Wow, okay, here we go again You see the wind I'm blowin' in and I'm like a manglin' The way that I'd be manglin' the beat, they call me Dracula Then they see the fangs goin' in Wow, uh huh Everybody know that I'ma come and I'ma go, huh Then I gotta do what I be comin' in to do A body to the beat In other way, we givin' them a show Keys to the ignition and step on the gas And bust a bottle and pour me a shot in my glass Where we at, where we at, where we at? And we back up in the building And we coming with a scorcher Y'all already know who it is, it's Busta Bust and Travis Barker Back to the beat, see we gotta go When we hit the fire trucks, everybody better know That we 'bout to let it blow And we gotta get it yo, everybody if you really wit me (Let's go) Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go I already spittin' to the rhythm of the piano So now I gotta give the drummer some Put the T up on the track, I be phenomenal 'Cause when it come to havin' a hit, I'ma make another one Blink a 182 times when you see the Twista with Travis, madness Kinda like a savage, grab it And murder with the art like blood on the a canvas, 'anis Kinda incredible how I can spit it And get up of middle intricate piles of a kick drum Diabolical, the lyrical flow That'll swallow if you theoretical thinkin' that you can get some I'ma hit'em with the Lamborghini flow With the speed of a Bugatti I'm from another planet when I spit a verse With the weed in my body And I'ma hurt 'em every time I get up in the booth Sippin' on the liquor, 182 proof Now they wanna say they should have never let me loose Outta the cage, now come and see what I'ma do It's Twista the jace, and The Rock on the track And they hit you with the midwest flow Even if you ain't ready yet, all I gotta say is ready set (Let's go) Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Drive by, hit you with the two piece combo While I'm hangin' out the window of your Daddy's Lambo' Scrambled eggs, I got scrambled ammo Leave you on top of the water like a banana boat Yeah, I'm an animal, everybody's edible The Yelawolf is headed for your arm and your hand And yo' head, I'm a cannibal But if it's a man's hoppin' with the fans like a fucking antelope Soooo send him to me in a minute when you're finished and I'll put him in a vice grip I'll put an end to the image And I'll send it in the, via independent fucker with the mic grill I'm highest pimpin', pull the trigger back In a submarine with sub machine loaded In an ocean, high deep Keep him underneath the submarine imploded Cry my name, motherfucker vamanos It's me and I'm sick in the prognosis Got more bars than 25 And I put you behind them and I'm like, alley op it I can make your mama really proud to know me And your broke daddy is kinda lonely Give me fifty bucks in penny rolls Just to be in one of my videos, yeah, homie let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Hey, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go |
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Every night is a Saturday night (repeat)
Saturday not for me Been on city boulevard broken and neglected When the sun sets expect the unexpected Listen to me closely I am gonna stay shut up .. upon the smell causing ?in a necked city Things can go so wrong city or no city ..two male were knocking at my door Every night is a Saturday night (repeat) Saturday not for me I see things a little different through the blood in my eyes You might fool the mothers I see through you in disguise All rise I am getting by no lies I am getting high I am not worried about the next you can bet I will get mine ..my old lady got .. on my hip We live the three way .. but I know we are still on the hunt Every night is a Saturday night (repeat) Saturday not for me I was moving town to town And never gonna slow us down Never .. up never a sign.. born to ride I got a monkey on my back is a cause of reminder Let's me know I need to let it go there are no survivors Till I .. rolling I am getting high My lungs and my liver are begging me to retire Every night is a Saturday night (repeat) Saturday not for me |
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| 4:40 |
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(yeah, yeah)
Relaxed and I'm thinking did I forget to mention I'm sitting on a location, I call it new station Destructing my best hope is Mother f*ckers ain't got no life, no vision, no ambition No will to do a damn thing, they often speakeasy and talk down on a nigga make it shinin' How is that bubbly? So menstrual psychology Tamponing, stressful overloaded jealous niggas I'm in my own world, literally no bullshit baby! Chorus: I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head Ain't nobody tripping on, I'm cool, relax I keep my mojo on, damn no turning me off I keep making that money, that money, that money, Yeah, keep my mojo on, damn, no turning me off Ain't nobody tripping on, I'm cool, relax I keep my mojo on damn no turning me off I keep making that money, that money, that money, yeah I keep my mojo on, damn, no turning me off. Chorus: I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now 2 x Bridge: They stay living right in their own eyes, in their own lies,in their holes We see beyond the hate, we see a poor soul who hasn't been told they only know what they've been shown 2 x Chorus: I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now, whoa I keep a cool head, I keep a cool head now |
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| 3:20 |
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It's that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] This that war tihs From the King of Darkness Can't stop this mob shit Awfully heartless In a minute, toxic, caustic Coulda lost your optic With a millimeter boss Get soft in it Pissed off this mosh pit Einstein, Tech N9ne shines Behind thine rhymes (I'm signed to mine flyin')? To find fine wine I can design lines That'll get me to climb dimes (Pieces, them fine beetches Never tweet and just grind blind)? Get up out this pit You without sickness Better get in the back of me Before your mouth get split Never look at a killer nigga When you're on the curb ????????? Get to pokin' out With some ladies do Think they man enough With a gun they be through But if Tecca N9na said He (crew)? with it In a blink, I would do A 180 too (We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT! It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] In the middle of nothingness I'm the light in the void Sittin' on big rims, swollen Like they been takin' some 'roids You scared partner Cause you look kinda noyed Like I'm about to put hands on you Like Pretty Boy Floyd I got 'em sick mayne Somebody call a specialist Tell these haters, "Fall back And get up off that extra shit" Who want what with us? You gon' be the next to get Smashed up but your (cuffers)? on it You'lla buy the naked shit Quit acting like what it is is And it's gon' be And you got no say in this situation It's all me They know me well from Third World To Zone Three And we gon' take this movement From Long Island to Long Beach Two trill, Wes is on the horizon So when the sun shinin' on us It shouldn't be so surprisin' You know we plan on you demisin' So playa you gon' be six feet and under While I'm 300 feet and risin', BITCH! (We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT! It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] |
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| 3:29 |
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It's that raw shit
That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] This that war this From the King of Darkness Can't stop this mob shit Awfully heartless In a minute, toxic, caustic Coulda lost your optic With a millimeter boss Get soft in it Pissed off this mosh pit Einstein, Tech N9ne shines Behind thine rhymes (I'm signed to mine flyin')? To find fine wine I can design lines That'll get me to climb dimes (Pieces, them fine beetches Never tweet and just grind blind)? Get up out this pit You without sickness Better get in the back of me Before your mouth get split Never look at a killer nigga When you're on the curb ?? Get to pokin' out With some ladies do Think they man enough With a gun they be through But if Tecca N9na said He (crew)? with it In a blink, I would do A 180 too (We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT! It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] In the middle of nothingness I'm the light in the void Sittin' on big rims, swollen Like they been takin' some 'roids You scared partner Cause you look kinda noyed Like I'm about to put hands on you Like Pretty Boy Floyd I got 'em sick mayne Somebody call a specialist Tell these haters, "Fall back And get up off that extra shit" Who want what with us? You gon' be the next to get Smashed up but your (cuffers)? on it You'lla buy the naked shit Quit acting like what it is is And it's gon' be And you got no say in this situation It's all me They know me well from Third World To Zone Three And we gon' take this movement From Long Island to Long Beach Two trill, Wes is on the horizon So when the sun shinin' on us It shouldn't be so surprisin' You know we plan on you demisin' So playa you gon' be six feet and under While I'm 300 feet and risin', BITCH! (We off what we all)? Sick and (frost pit)? Everybody bosses and y'all is NAUSEOUS! Be cautious We all trip and raw It's brawl til we fall in this mosh pit AWWW SHIT! It's that raw shit That'll start a mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] |
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| 4:20 |
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Verse1
In the city lights, the night'll give me life. I hear the drums, Ima war chief gimme knife. Got kush fuck the knife just give me light. Spark it up in my grow room, pretty sight. Got a house on the hill with the pretty type, You ain't got a kush man, what a shitty life. I don't wanna hit a bowl on ya mini pipe. Tryin to hit my 8 footer, reach Diddy heights. Now Im swinging on the drums like tarzan Incorporate the weed to my bars man Sixteen of em, I been needin em, on stage screamin em Pr's Hill screamin' em They call me the Greenthumb, the serene one I laid back from the drum like a beach bum. Shit is hot as summer. Another classic number. Everybody give it up for the funky drummer. Chorus: And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on) And the beat goes on and on and on And the beat goes on (and the beat goes on) And the beat goes on Verse 2 Here come the west coasters, wylin out loco. My eyeballs bleed from the weed I been smokin. Keep walking son, I keep the song hostile Mad weaponry, I bring by the stockpile. Way too deep, my block legendary. Many MC's tried to creep and got burried. He aint come to Cypress, back with the tightest Man behind the king, we know you gon' like this. Roll with the top dog, do it like a rockstar. Stuffin em up, a double dose of hot sauce You got your ears on, and your listenin To bad motherfuckas in this here business. Handle shit right, get your stack on Anybody hating, its the fool you smash on. Gonna say last time and Im gonna jump Hit em like Blam ! Give the drummer some Chorus Shit is critical, we are the invincible. Riot starter, start riots on principle. At the pinnacle, the game is winnable Put the record on the table, guaranteed spinnable. Follow the leader, the level is going off the meter. The funk freaker, with the big drum beater. What you scared for, better prepare yourself. |
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