(What is it!!!)
is one of those, A1-Yola raps... Stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind, in ya mind...
1] When you up all You see things you shouldn't saw Because the night raw Drama is thicker than peanut butter the worried thoughts of a young man's mother Feelin's empty, Love live here anymore like an owl at a quarter to four Don't blink, a just ran a red light Bumpin' thug life, man I blend the night
They me greedy 25 cents to get a a beaty Andre Nickatina I'm like a genie in a El '88 Cadillac, all black Copy cats try to But they style ain't the same Somebody said "Freeze a raid!" You know are comin' when a brotha smells doughnuts, hold up Partna it to the rim Me and money go together like a feather in a
I'm a Some say I'm a (?) but I ain't trippin' A girl be yellin...(?) I listen crow Playas seem to like my that killa whale...
I stay like an owl, Hoo! I stay awake an owl, Hoo, Hoo! I awake like an owl, Hoo! I stay awake an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
2] (What are ya baby?) I'm a Raider, camouflaged in and the black to blitz through the line for the quarter back sack Of the I dress like it's cold, not But slyer than a fox tryin' to catch a bunny In the I'm get paid like a ho Or better yet the that's rakin' in her dough Like a But it, who's the king of the caine? And what's that tiga's name with the Macintosh brain mind Or I say mine? Sometimes I gotta lie to my crime I my lawyer! Bail bonds me on the streets in the mornin' I'm at the club with the freaks But I got eye Meanin' that the is bein' watched with the killas that be pushin' up the cost For the season season Dippers at they But those be the ones that have to rest an owl...
3] I set a trap, I have to spin a web like a Don't strike matches, child-proof lighters awake Witness I up the pace I see a girl's butt, then I look at her face I explain I'm garlic bread with the steak Well, killa where the sale came from just when the sale The patty cart, the eagles is the code for the Brothas droppin' cream by the when they part I'm like a sentinel, to be the principal original Lookin' for the road that of gold they call it federal I'm a general, but yet at times I with my lieutenant 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 playas emergency, (It's a emergency) a playas emergency, (It's a playas emergency) What, STOP! Shit, me, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me...
(What is it!)