Somebody told me that rap shit was fun You get to smoke weed and hold big Stand on rockin your timbs wit your sons bullshit, yo I'm out to get these funds
Verse one: aguilar
Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a joint dies he see it? epmd, aguilar, recognise Niggas was stuck on diggy biggie and nas Test guy in the source, even thought about "best buys" My 12-bar count dracula wit lyrics Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin terror dacquras? * and chrome Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the rap with your soloists VARIOUS artist Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a with stories to tell Off those cells we're well In the '9-8-off, country club off While you're way off, all systems, it's time we take off
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Verse nocturnal
Guns with banana clips, two to master whips A .45 under my Another one in the compartment Money startin shit, brand new shoes on shit Tek 9's, after parties mad dimes Bitches the vine, I'm high and the moon's mine We're out to get mines, on a On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate In the I bought the leather, plus a movie screen So my team can play sega plus *? the gods in * An of weed in every type of flavor Bank accounts wit fat paper, a player cos....
Verse das efx
Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats it raw Beach houses and more, puffin on seymour carpets cover floors, on bus tours Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide in stores Hit squad, second tour compass on doors, signin autographs After, AND , where? , in corridors Figgity-fuck walls, I'm buildin, splittin dutches Chillin these pilgrims start ice grillin hard like a villian, das efx'll make a killin And grab the cheese up like cos......
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Outro:
Got the rap shit was fun, kid We hold big guns, gyms and timbs and all that