Now right You know you dead wrong Yo know... Turn me up, turn me up
Jab me with a fuckin' spoon
You know you dead wrong For this one right here baby, for real
Yo, yo, yo Another day, another dollar Sharks wanna bite don't bother 'Cause this rhymes the truth, and The truths hard to swallow Don Dada, hard act to follow See Rockwilder with the iced out dog collar My crew want it all This bout is scheduled for one four We can build or we can brawl Yes y'all, last call for alchahol, damn! Monkey wrench fuckin' up the whole program
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[Meth] Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin' Big head nigga's don't listen
Hot and ah yes My complex got a complex Livin' in apartment complex I'm cashin' chin checks every first and fifteenth Failed my urinalasist, they threw me in the clink 5-0's can't stop the pot roll, Jonny Still Blaze, send young mc's to the potty Its side ways nine fifteen Be aware of the fatal flyin' guilintines Are you prepared?
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Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Time flow constantly the way time flow I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees? Especially them killa's Girls night out with gorrillas (Meth acting like monkey) Too slow ya' blow catterpilla Son got game And he pack a Rosco, ?fleat coal? train Player we ain't playin' Crush assossiated labels, don't let me in, I push my way in... [Meth interupts with coughing] As I was sayin', I push my way in, fuck it How many suffered For this Hip-Hop, if I can't see it, can't trust it Tic-toc when will that fake shit stop? Flip flop battery go dead in the clock
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Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin' Big head nigga's don't listen
Stapleton, the wild west Park Hill Port Richmond, now born jungle nill We dumbin', stunnin', bustin' to keep 'em comin' Nigga's with alchahol problems, a hundred miles and runnin', yeah Meth, I came here for crooks but I'm still here Called me every name in the book but I'm still here What up doc? This Looney Toon got 'em shell shocked Anvils droppin' out the sky once my hand cock Back, I check you in to the smack down hotel, while everythings black I'm like the cast in Belly I don't know how to act on wax Rockwilder bring it on back
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Ooh Them don't no have to respect me Ooh Them don't no have to come correctly Ooh Time flow constantly the way time flow I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
Compositores: Clifford M. Smith (Clifford Smith), Dana Stinson (Rockwilder) ECAD: Obra #18037914