Somebody told me this rap shit was fun You get to smoke and hold big guns Stand on stage your timbs wit your sons That's bullshit, yo I'm out to get these
Verse one: 8-off
Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a joint dies Could he see it? epmd, aguilar, Niggas was on diggy before biggie and nas Test guy reported in the source, even about "best buys" My 12-bar count dracula wit spectacular Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin CHERRY terror * and chrome Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the Racoons rap with your soloists artist Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with stories to Off those cells we're livin 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 two:
Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to master A .45 under my Another one in the glove Money startin shit, brand new on spank shit Tek 9's, after parties with mad Bitches twist the vine, I'm and the moon's mine We're out to get mines, on a On the south, probably took the dreaded pirate treasure In the I bought the leather, plus a movie screen So my team can sega plus *? the gods in vegas? * An ounce of weed in every type of Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major cos....
Verse das efx
Higgity-hardcore, rats keep it raw Beach houses and more, puffin weed on Pliggity-plush carpets floors, on bus tours .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide in stores Hit squad, world tour Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin After, AND , where? , in corridors walls, I'm buildin, splittin dutches spillin 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 This rap was fun, kid We hold big guns, gyms and timbs and all that