Yo, I'm from Killa Cali, I wrote rhyme in an alley The tall can MC stepping fresh out the I'm hella comin' straight through your chest I blow a in you soul, I'm constantly on a roll
in order to survive, you gots to have drive Like a rental but call you Ben 'cuz you gentle My crew's blowin' up a Pinto Hip hop's gettin' rotten but we fresh like a Mento
So put it in mouth We gonna show you what this rap shit is all about We gonna turn this out like Goldie This cut still bump when it's an oldie
And if we still ain't sold platinum or That'll be the lie you ever told me, hold me back Black, I snack on the wack and wash it down with a of Yak It's that and that's the way it is
You can ask his to out my biz Girl, I'm off the hook, plug me your adapter I'm sending rhymes to the rafters
Turn up your skill factor, you rhymes like a Raptor You thought we was but this is still the first chapter I go, can I get an, "Ooh, ooh!" It's J-Ro, baby, from the Crew
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Now watch me run a muck and gun 'em up the shit Rebel rhymin' from Tha Liks, Alkaholistics all true with no The infrared pointed at they And man they speak, they keep the conversation petite
shit is weak, I'm concrete like the beat Bust that ass, super nigga class Me last in the game, no Sit and drink a with my nigga James Robinson
your alcoholic pulse while its throbbing The Likwit Squad, the Get exquisite, get addicted, get
wanna test King Tipsy but its risky He probably a nigga in his mouth like a bitch. G So kick and step back by the mile Them sober niggaz act style
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