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Yeah, whoooo, What up chitown? Nyc? Philly, Atlanta, Virginia, They said it was coming back around man, Back to the lyrics man. Back to people like me. Verse 1 It's mean, so just Now let me put the streets down like steam rollers With the cats that push 40 ounces through the hood Like king cobra, see me sling soda Cause the extra foam in the split is mix (It's really 36) Used to buy toasters and clips You can tighten your circle or boa constrict While you was lightin' your purple I was over the scripts See, I couldn't walk the walk Couldn't really talk the talk Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk Cause this lack in talk had my walk lookin' off Now I'm over the limp Watch how they mugs drop when they see my verbals able (that's the usual) When I was po' I was low, Now me and my chops cop purple label SongtexteIt's Ralph Lauren on the rap noreat? Nigg*s brown-nose, they are like alf to him Runners and interscopers not as styled as him Please don't interscope It's gonna be a whole lotta IV-ing and respiratin' If I lean out this window with Irene Nigg*s as tall as Yao Ming Will LUP emperor? It's the foundation, I-beams and the antennas It's so serious every time I write my john hancock Like, you could damn near see Detroit (I see you) Nigg*s is scared of heights (see you) This is saran wrap and aluminum foil Some potpourri a little machine oil I stack my paper and throw off my six? This is top flo', better look out below Pennys from heaven is the same as a semi from the sect And I reign supreme Turn your umbrellas upside down Did you even catch the change in theme? (this is gangsta) Lupe to the F to the I to the A to the S to the C to the O From the west side of the C to the H to the I CA to the G to the O (this is gansta, man) This is gansta, man Verse 2 And them nigg*s ain't watch Known from him regime, gangsta lean Hats on tilt like his sneakers ain't drop out the vending machine You gotta put more money in And I shake nigg*s up everytime I drop a bar It's horse in the Porsche, bricks in the box Like more money them every time I cop a car You see I'm a roller, right? So it might be a rover, right? But every time I drop a 'r' get off the streets It's over, aight? Better being ahead like overnight Like rollers, right, she the chauffeur, right? So I keep her sober She don't get fed-ex like overnight I am dole the might All that gas can't help, but sold the mic So just call on somethin' Drop a 's' pick up a 'o', you know, put it all on one Then brace yourself like overbite For that quiet nigg* that relocated down south Comin' back to floss, nigg* get your molars right Fix your grill No plaque but a whole lotta cheese This the drill, mr. Chill gave me the green light Like yo the knife So ima force my will like the force I will Of course you will Take my time but wait behind only pertains to that Porsche grill It's snakes in the hood, gotta watch for that cobra bite Let me see, there's snakes in the hood A bird, a horse behind the grill Some gator on the seat and a fox behind the wheel No it's not noah's ark (ark), It's just a flower's start This is Lupe to the F to the I to the A to the S to the C to the O From the West side of the C to the H to the I CA to the G to the O Verse 3 For achiever, my procedures proceed at all cost With no breather I'm all walk, rain, snow, a fever I'm all coughs, comin after your teacher I'm on the ball like FIFA, Feva, Lupe, Diche, Long live the leaders I remember I ain't have sneakers, it was welfare Comin' up for air like whales there Fila's, but now I'm well here I'm Shamu with twelve pair And nigg*s wanna take me back to zero like tear, fair Well, my scale's clear Your 'see' world is Braille here I'm Bumpy Johnson, I stick to the streets Keep my dawgs out in front of me See what I'm sayin'? and I push keys wonderfully (Thanks to Lauren for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania