Yo, I'm from Cali, I wrote this rhyme in an alley The tall can MC stepping fresh out the I'm fresh 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 but I'ma call you Ben 'cuz you gentle My crew's up like a Pinto Hip hop's gettin' rotten but we stay fresh a Mento
So put it in your We gonna you what this rap shit is really all about We gonna turn this out like Goldie This cut will still bump when an oldie
And if we still ain't sold platinum or That'll be the bigges lie you told me, hold me back Black, I snack on the wack and wash it down with a of Yak like that and that's the way it is
You can ask his to out my biz Girl, I'm off the hook, plug me into your I'm sending wack rhymes to the
Turn up your skill factor, you bitin' 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, the Likwit Crew
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They is weak, I'm concrete like the beat Bust that ass, super nigga jeep Me in the game, no problem Sit and drink a fifth with my nigga James
Check your pulse while its throbbing The Squad, the entourage Get exquisite, get addicted, get
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