(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 things you have saw Because the gets raw Drama is thicker than Skippy's peanut the worried thoughts of a young man's mother Feelin's empty, Love don't live anymore like an owl at a quarter to four Don't blink, a Caddy just ran a red thug life, man I blend with the night
They call me 25 to get a girl a beaty It's Andre I'm like a in a beanie El '88 Cadillac, all black Copy try to match But they style ain't exactly the Somebody said "Freeze a raid!" You know cops are comin' when a brotha doughnuts, hold up Partna it to the rim Me and money go together like a in a brim
I'm a say I'm a thief (?) but I ain't trippin' A girl be yellin...(?) I don't Crooked seem to like my style Why's killa whale...
I stay awake an owl, Hoo! I stay like an owl, Hoo, Hoo! I awake like an owl, Hoo! I awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
2] (What are ya baby?) I'm a Raider, in silver and the black Tryin' to blitz through the for the quarter back sack Of the I dress like cold, not sunny But slyer than a Persian fox to catch a bunny In the I'm try'na get like a ho Or better yet the pimp that's in her dough a baker But check it, the king of the caine? And what's that name with the Macintosh computer brain mind Or should I say Sometimes I gotta lie to my crime I my lawyer! bonds keep 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 Dippers at best But those be the ones don't have to rest an owl...
3] I set a trap, I have to spin a web like a Don't matches, hate child-proof lighters Stay Witness I pick up the First I see a girl's butt, then I look at her I can't I'm eatin' garlic bread the steak Well, killa where the sale came from just when the tanks The cart, the eagles is the code for the narcs Brothas droppin' cream by the when they part I'm a sentinel, known 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 weed or blunts, who got the spinach? Cough, choke, feelin' no remorse for the Choppin' up freaks as ya lounge with your Playin' dice, you a chance at the crap game It's all about the money baby, the rap game And I'm an owl...
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Uh... And I'm out Uh, It's a playas emergency, (It's a emergency) It's a playas emergency, (It's a emergency) What, STOP! Shit, me, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me...
(What is it!)