(What is it!!!)
is one of those, A1-Yola raps... Stick in ya mind, in ya mind, stick in ya mind...
1] When you up all You see you shouldn't have saw Because the night raw Drama is thicker than peanut butter Imagine the worried thoughts of a young mother Feelin's empty, Love don't live here Awake an owl at a quarter to four Don't blink, a just ran a red light thug life, man I blend with the night
They call me 25 cents to get a girl a Andre Nickatina I'm a genie in a beanie El Dorado '88 Cadillac, all cats try to match But they style exactly the same Somebody "Freeze it's a raid!" You cops are comin' when a brotha smells doughnuts, hold up Partna it to the rim Me and go together like a feather in a brim
I'm a say I'm a thief (?) but I ain't trippin' A girl be yellin...(?) I listen Crooked Playas seem to my style that killa whale...
I awake like an owl, Hoo! I awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo! I stay like an owl, Hoo! I stay like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
2] (What are ya baby?) I'm a Raider, in silver and the black Tryin' to blitz through the line for the back sack Of the I dress like cold, not sunny But slyer a Persian fox tryin' to catch a bunny In the I'm get paid like a ho Or yet the pimp that's rakin' in her dough Like a But it, who's the king of the caine? And what's that name with the Macintosh computer brain mind Or I say mine? I gotta lie to protect my crime I my lawyer! Bail bonds me on the streets Three in the I'm at the club with the freaks But I got eye that the joint is bein' watched Drinkin' with the killas that be up the cost For the drought season Dippers at they But those be the that don't have to rest an owl...
3] I set a trap, I have to spin a web a spider Don't strike matches, hate lighters awake Witness I pick up the I see a girl's butt, then I look at her face I explain I'm eatin' garlic with the steak Well, killa where the came from just when the sale tanks The cart, the eagles is the code for the narcs Brothas droppin' cream by the when they part I'm like a sentinel, known to be the original Lookin' for the road that made of gold they it federal I'm a general, but yet at times I blaze with my Popeye, no more weed or blunts, who got the Cough, choke, feelin' no for the roach Choppin' up freaks as ya lounge with folks Playin' dice, you a chance at the crap game It's all about the money baby, it's the rap And I'm an owl...
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Uh... And I'm out Uh, It's a emergency, (It's a playas emergency) It's a emergency, (It's a playas emergency) What, STOP! Shit, me, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me...
(What is it!)