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But the difference is when we drop records, they Felt But the difference is when we drop records, they Felt Tell them rappers Y'all better stop jumping on the couch One of y'all gonna hurt yourself And that last shot should probably be my last shot I have to stop before I crack this padlock The dialogue got lost in the fast talk The jackpot's just a pat on the back, dog You had a voice but you act so moist You probably collapse in the background noise She got drama like she [?] But you at the bar trying to buy her a pony Only G's go straight, no chase Only wife her if she knows a little Ghostface My clientele's supreme But ain't no red box on these 501 jeans The sag is mean, the kicks is clean The red light turn green then we hit the scene This machine too ill on these new wheels Four in the floor, Slug tell 'em how you feel Sunset through the windshield of an El Dorado I'm parked in the back of that old Chicago SongtexteI play it cool, but might melt the vinyl I'm so old school you can smell the hydro Felt revival like I'm selling bibles I might be wrong, but how the hell should I know? Born on the hood like a drive a rhino Wake me up when we inside Ohio This goes out to all my dogs in Saint [?] Gray clouds on the beach and it ain't small I log my ten thousand Looking for new goals to achieve, I've been browsing So many O's to this G, I can't count it About to stack it all and build my own space mountain Type of shit these rappers be saying out they mouth When they high off the lean and the weed and need counseling We wanna get too messed to mess anything up Never say never give up I guess it all depends on what the medicine does And how much you put inside of that measuring cup It goes beats, and bars, and cheap cigars And everybody wanna sleep underneath the stars Hey kid walk straight, master your high The last one to die can put a glass in the sky Here's to a toast to the last ten years All these emcees been living in fear In fear of the return of the [?] We lit a fire to the scene and let it burn for a few (it's the two) And now we back to collect And we slightly disturbed at the lack of respect They keep comparing us to everyone else But the difference is when we drop records, they Felt But the difference is when we drop records, they Felt But the difference is when we drop records, they Felt But the difference is when we drop records, they Felt Aus Songtexte Mania