(ad libbing)
(City Spud)
Now everything I drop yo it`s platinum plus
That`s why everybody tryna hate on us
I keep the, fly hunnies in the mood to
You gotta, prove to us you can groove with us
And make ya, move with us it`d be the best thing for ya
Got the, smoothest tats keep it natural like quarter water
Cruise with us stay all up in your garments
Pop`s stayin` at it while you savin` up your quarters
In order to rock a party yo you gotta keep it live
Yella they got me, so I`m mean; flip side
Curvin` off that herb and you can see it in my eyes
Lunatics get down and we can rock it all night
And that`s for real yo
Check the rhyme
(Chorus 2X: City Spud)
Check the rhyme y`all! (rhyme y`all!) We got it hap`nin!
Got the whole crowd movin` from the hit that`s platinum!
If ya, think not you better beg the gig!
Cuz my whole crew behind me one-hundred percent!
(ELL)
Yo, uh, uh..
Now cain`t no one get as live as we
Just to be the best is what we strive to be
Open your eyes and see, the way the groupies
Be invadin` our privacy (MAN THEY BE RIDIN` D`S!!!)
Like a drop top six with the flyest diesel
While you thinkin` like a G I`m thinkin millions
Add on like a buildin`, stand high on streets
Hold on to some 98, paid for keys, cats please
I`ve been, like, three wheel leavin` E`s
Bees sworm like bees, `til the haters be my enemy
You ain`t sellin` me; to eat me; and fettle bees
Repeatedly repeatin` me (repeat me) To beat me, they see me
Mad cuz they cain`t beat me, nor see me
Mad cuz my ride got rims, and a TV
I`m ruthless like Eazy, but huggable like Teddy Rugsben
I`m not as strict so you`ll never ever ever put my bugs in
Your pocket; I mow you, I don`t owe you
That`s why I stole you in your eye socket
Aw, Maggot; Da Lie Rocket
And no matter what to top it, you ask me what`s up?
I say the star, and the moon, who will be home soon
(Chorus)
(Lil` T)
Heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh
St. Lunatics emit like Voltron; way beyond your level
Cover the platinum hits to settle my problems a little
But `til then, St. Lunatics just simmin`
State studios paggin` pins make a million
Be Rumpel like Stiltsken (you gotta feel that)
If not, just be my rap like album I hit it back
Lunatics got my back like murders and Malcolm X
All you haters relax, every kickin` light stat
(Chorus)
Yo
Check the rhyme y`all
Check the rhyme y`all
Yo what`s that y`all?
Keep it live y`all
Make it real loud y`all
Check the rhyme y`all
Things like that y`all
Keep it live y`all
Jay E y`all
Jay E y`all
I`m on the tracks y`all
Lunatics y`all
Gimme that fetch y`all
D2 y`all
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