(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 have saw Because the night raw Drama is thicker than peanut butter Imagine the worried of a young man's mother empty, Love don't live here anymore Awake like an owl at a to four blink, a Caddy just ran a red light Bumpin' life, man I blend with the night
They call me 25 cents to get a girl a It's Nickatina I'm a genie in a beanie El '88 Cadillac, all black Copy try to match But they style ain't the same Somebody "Freeze it's a raid!" You know cops are comin' when a smells doughnuts, hold up Partna it to the rim Me and money go together like a feather in a
I'm a say I'm a thief (?) but I ain't trippin' A girl be yellin...(?) I don't Crooked Playas seem to my style Why's that whale...
I stay awake an owl, Hoo! I stay like an owl, Hoo, Hoo! I stay awake an owl, Hoo! I stay like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
2] (What are ya baby?) I'm a Raider, camouflaged in and the black Tryin' to blitz through the line for the quarter sack Of the I dress it's cold, not sunny But than a Persian fox tryin' to catch a bunny In the I'm try'na get paid a ho Or better yet the pimp that's in her dough Like a But it, who's the king of the caine? And what's tiga's 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 mornin' I'm at the with the freaks But I got eye Meanin' the joint is bein' watched Drinkin' with the killas that be up the cost For the season Pound at they best But those be the ones that have to rest an owl...
3] I set a trap, I have to a web like a spider strike matches, hate child-proof lighters Stay Witness I up the pace First I see a butt, then I look at her face I can't I'm garlic bread with the steak Well, killa where the sale came from when the sale tanks The patty cart, the eagles is the code for the Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends they part I'm like a sentinel, to be the principal original Lookin' for the road made of gold they call it federal I'm a general, but yet at I blaze with my lieutenant Popeye, no more weed or blunts, who got the Cough, choke, no remorse for the roach Choppin' up as ya lounge with your folks Playin' dice, you take a chance at the game all about the money baby, it's the rap game And I'm an owl...
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Uh... And I'm out Uh, a playas emergency, (It's a playas emergency) It's a playas emergency, (It's a emergency) What, STOP! Shit, fade me, fade me, fade me, me, fade me...
(What is it!)