(Chorus)
Yo, what the hell are you looking for?
Can an emcee make money anymore?
Can I get paid and still stay raw?
Represent for that 804
Yeah my squad spit better than yours
Keep our jawnts in between ya`ll jaws
We drink Hennessy, the hell with Coors
Lonnie B. (Scratchin` It`s Yours)
[Lonnie B.]
Yo, hey yo I got block hot plus I`m bigger than Wayne
Every since the Juvenile I been spittin` them flames
Ya understand ya`ll they want me to get in the game
I`ll fuck ya head up without stickin` my dick in your brain
We got it lock down, stop now, ya`ll don`t know
An underground nigga makin` all that dough
I`m a radio DJ, ya`ll that slow
See I`ma pimp the game while ya`ll go broke
BDS chicks like to watch what I`m spinnin`
If it`s beef then I bring my peace like John Lennon
Use to doo-doo wop in the drop but now I`m older
When we drop it`s over, next Joe Doja
Can`t hold you liquor then ya best stay sober
You gotta pay the judges, I win free like Oprah
Minds steady bubblin`, thoughts getting` doper
Bust a freestyle that`s like givin` my coke up
(Chorus)
What the hell are you looking for?
Can an emcee make money anymore?
Can I get paid and still stay raw?
Represent for that 804
Yeah my squad spit better than yours
Keep our jawnts in between ya`ll jaws
We drink Hennessy, the hell with Coors
Mad Skillz (Scratchin` It`s Yours)
[Mad Skillz]
Uh, dog I stay getting` raw, rippin` these raps
Or behind closed doors, flippin` these tracks
Dolo flow, shit, I get a kick outta dat
Put you chick on a mat, dick stiffen her back
Sick the sack, rap like I`m spittin` wit gats
And I done told ya`ll niggas bout the click and the clack
Sittin` wit stacks, trust me, ya`ll don`t want to G that
And this could get ugly and ya`ll don`t want to see that
From the cute nigga, the truck and coupe nigga
Soloist and I`ll do ya whole crew nigga
Don`t get souped nigga, that`s the joint
I`m supa, you not, and that`s the point
So while you sit back and grit black
Yo I`ma spit that shit that`ll stick to the track when I hit that
Fuck gettin` up, half these cats can`t get back
With tracks when I`m sick at, hold up, did ya`ll get that?
(Chorus)
What the hell are you looking for?
Can an emcee make money anymore?
Can I get paid and still stay raw?
Represent for that 804
Yeah my squad spit better than yours
Keep our jawnts in between ya`ll jaws
We drink Hennessy, the hell with Coors
Danja Mowf (Scratchin` It`s Yours)
[Danja Mowf]
That`s me
Yo, when the lightening and thunder and rain come out
I emerge in the form of the Danja Mowf
Yo I know you want to hate, let cha anger out
But I`m gonna still put another banga out
Duet these cats then I hang`em out
They don`t know what the down south slang about
What the hell is ya`ll talkin` yin-yang about?
That`s the main reason why my middle finga out
You can get that, when I spit raps I`m the shit black
Get back when I flip tracks, that`s a hit black
Don`t think my click gets stacks, look at this plaque
But if the money get funny, click click clack
Chicks that`s built real phat get the dick sack
After I hit, that`s it, you can split jack
Used to have a job with Missy but I quit that
If you can`t tell, yo, I don`t give a shit black
(Chorus)
