(What is it!!!)
is one of those, A1-Yola raps... Stick in ya mind, stick in ya mind, in ya mind...
1] When you up all You see things you have saw the night gets raw Drama is thicker than peanut butter Imagine the worried thoughts of a young man's Feelin's empty, Love live here anymore like an owl at a quarter to four Don't blink, a just ran a red light thug life, man I blend with the night
They call me 25 cents to get a girl a Andre Nickatina I'm a genie in a beanie El Dorado '88 Cadillac, all cats try to match But they style ain't exactly the Somebody said "Freeze a raid!" You know are comin' when a brotha smells doughnuts, hold up Partna it to the rim Me and money go together a feather in a brim
I'm a Some say I'm a (?) but I ain't trippin' A girl be yellin...(?) I don't crow Playas to like my style Why's killa whale...
I awake like an owl, Hoo! I awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo! I stay like an owl, Hoo! I awake like an owl, Hoo, Hoo!
2] (What are ya baby?) I'm a Raider, in silver and the black Tryin' to blitz through the line for the quarter sack Of the I dress like cold, not sunny But slyer than a Persian fox tryin' to a bunny In the I'm try'na get like a ho Or better yet the that's rakin' in her dough Like a But check it, who's the king of the And what's that tiga's name the Macintosh computer brain mind Or should I say Sometimes I gotta lie to protect my I my lawyer! Bail keep me on the streets Three in the mornin' I'm at the with the freaks But I got eye that the joint is bein' watched Drinkin' the killas that be pushin' up the cost For the drought season Dippers at best But be the ones that don't have to rest an owl...
3] I set a trap, I have to spin a web a spider Don't strike matches, child-proof lighters awake Witness I pick up the First I see a girl's butt, I look at her face I can't I'm eatin' garlic with the steak Well, killa where the sale came from just the sale tanks The patty cart, the is the code for the narcs Brothas droppin' cream by the fiends they part I'm like a sentinel, known to be the original Lookin' for the road made of gold they call it federal I'm a general, but yet at times I blaze my lieutenant Popeye, no more weed or blunts, who got the Cough, choke, no remorse for the roach Choppin' up freaks as ya lounge your folks Playin' dice, you take a chance at the crap all about the money baby, it's the rap game And I'm an owl...
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Uh... And I'm out Uh, It's a playas emergency, (It's a emergency) It's a playas emergency, (It's a emergency) What, STOP! Shit, fade me, fade me, fade me, fade me, me...
(What is it!)