Somebody told me that rap shit was fun You get to weed and hold big guns Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your That's bullshit, yo I'm out to get these
Verse one: 8-off
Yo, yo, somebody told me that a hotter joint dies he see it? epmd, aguilar, recognise Niggas was stuck on before biggie and nas Test guy in the source, even thought about "best buys" My 12-bar dracula wit lyrics spectacular Sippin out of and he's drinkin CHERRY terror dacquras? * and chrome Challenge any woman, nothing, rock the hardest Racoons rap with your soloists artist Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with to tell Off cells we're livin 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 rolexes to whips A .45 under my Another one in the compartment startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit Tek 9's, after parties mad dimes Bitches twist the vine, I'm high and the mine We're out to get mines, on a On the south, probably took the dreaded pirate treasure In the crib I the leather, plus a movie screen So my team can play sega *? the gods in vegas? * An ounce of weed in every type of 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, on paws All my cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores Hit squad, world tour Kiggity-cameras on doors, signin autographs After, AND BEFORE , where? , in Figgity-fuck walls, I'm buildin, dutches spillin Chillin these pilgrims start ice grillin Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efx'll 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