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Tytuł: B.K. Style

  • Wykonawca: Fabolous
  • Wy¶wietleń: 256

  
   Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
  Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin
  
  Goin to war is still a scary issue
  But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
  Like they military issue
  Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
  Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you
  Cuz, I proved I move the retail
  Make the smoothest grooves wit female
  And I remove the rules on V12's
  You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's
  I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me
  The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
  Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin
  Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
  So watch what you say to them crackers
  Ill put a couple G's on yer head like you play for the Packers
  I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets
  These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
  You got some sticky weed? Pass it
  If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out
  Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out
  Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue!
  
  Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
  
  Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers
  If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
  In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a-
  Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
  Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
  Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained
  You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
  Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
  I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
  That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
  I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
  Ride up on yer coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you
  Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill
  You gon' still need a weapon when you layin a deal
  One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
  Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon cuz you scanned a mil? (what)
  I crept in and got handed meals
  Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill
  Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils?
  You must be fuckin stupid, nigga
  
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