Got you
[Chorus One]
Yo where you at? Right here; what`d you spit? Light years
I`m fresh - like a new pair of white Airs
Stay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladies
Buck 50, keep the change - here`s a buck 80
[Chorus Two]
Yo where you at? Right here; what`d you spit? Light years
I`m fresh...
Stay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladies
Buck 50, keep the change - here`s a buck 80
Chicks dig how I spit it, ladies love the phlegm
I don`t ball with none of y`all, I`m still above the rims
And the roundhouse kicks, had the streets, huggin these jims
Drop jewels, even fools be lovin the gems (dig it)
Let`s get it on and poppin, and keep it activated
I hope you mean advanced, speakin on any plans rap-related
I body my verses, rip the beat, shape it
Press rewind, play it, say it, get me reincarnated
Like retards gettin pussy, I dumb in the cut
You wake up in jail cells, with a thumb in your butt
You ain`t a thug, I run the club with rum in the cup
Ready to rush your DJ, just to make your music jump (punk)
That`s why I go to clubs with like ten beams
And the white mens I run with can`t jump, cause they own the team
And if you ain`t Kim, it seems you don`t know me
I spit 16`s in your face like twin Colbys
[Chorus One] - 2X
[C-Rayz Walz]
Chances get slim like {?}, that shapeshift
cause Snoop done wrecked +Gin & Juice+ like BET, and my Chi homey
Who`s fuckin with dis? Have you duckin the hits
Leave you stuck in desert with a bucket of piss (bitch)
Sit in the passenger seat, while I`m crashin your Jeep
Hot potato was the only way you herbs was passin the heat (c`mon son)
You a mangina, and a prom queen-ah
who learn how to thug from fans and don divas
This is that Hell Rell shit, that spell well kid
I snuff buildings, if I wanna sell bricks
Deal with thick {?}, no time for fine dimes
My lines got +Big+ potential like I write for Shyne
And I`m master of the cypher, Lord of the Rings
And my third-eye blings, like +The Scorpion King+
And that`s exactly what sounds funny see
Cause next time I rap, it`ll be on the soundtrack for Mummy 3
[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]
[C-Rayz Walz]
The game`s painstaking, I remain ancient
Claims to have your dame dancin naked on `posin train stations
Cats`ll push a button, mush ya wifey button
Never mind your business, divine intervention`s when you butt in
I don`t spit no more, I circle while at games
Quick to give you barbed wire thongs for your granny panties
You bitch made, couldn`t stab a track with a switchblade
After you dictate, tell me how my dick taste
Put 7 in your chest, if you owe them checks
And I ain`t talkin `bout the Clippers, leave your jersey a mess
I`m a veteran, respect me, my basic spit
make these young players better, like Jason Kidd
And if I`m gettin paper, it`s cause I`m rippin flavor
I`m nice around the mic like the Wizard players
Spit a verse that deserve a replay
Get on some humble shit like YO, GIVE IT UP FOR THE DJ
[Chorus One] - 2X
