Yo, I'm from killa cali I wrote this rhyme in an alley The tall can mc stepping fresh out the valley I'm hella fresh comin straight through your chest I blow a hole in you soul, I'm constantly on a roll Cuz in order to survive, you gots to have drive Like a rental, but i'ma call you ben cuz you gentle My crew's blowin up like a pinto Hip hop's gettin rotten but we stay fresh like a mento So put it in your mouth We gonna show you what this rap shit is really all about We gonna turn this bitch out like goldie This cut will still bump when it's an oldie And if we still ain't sold platinum or gold That'll be the bigges lie you ever told me, hold me...back Black, I snack on the wack and wash it down with a fifth of yak It's like that and that's the way it is You can ask his to stay out my biz Girl, I'm off the hook, plug me into your adaptor I'm sending wack rhymes to the rafters Turn up your skill factor, you bitin rhymes like a raptor You thought we was through but this is still the first chapter Before I go, can I get an ooh ooh! It's j-ro, baby, from the likwit crew
Chorus: repeat 8x
Funny style
King tee:
Now watch me run amuck And gun em up with the shit Rebel rhymin from tha liks Alkaholistics all true with no tricks The infrared pointed at they lips And man they don't speak, they keep the conversation petite They shit is weak, I'm concrete like the beat Bust that ass, super nigga jeep class Me last in the game, no problem Sit and drink a fifth with my nigga james robinson Check your alcoholic pulse while it's throbbing The likwit squad, the entourage Get exquisite, get addicted, get xzibit Fellas wanna test king tipsy but it's risky He probably slap a nigga in his mouth like a bitch. g So kick rocks and step back by the mile Them sober niggaz act funny style
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