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Featuring my Boys Sambo and DZK
Sambos First time recording here.
Lyrics
F.a.T -
I coulnd't walk a straight line, sober with a straight mind,
scatter brained rapper with this veins like a grape vine
take time to re-define whats wrong with your life kid
i did, and look, ya own girl want on my dick, shit.
i'm an artist and i'll draw your attention
put a spark in you bitches, like i'm startin ya engines
smack over fences, ya hardest of pitches
fill up park benches, when they all come ta witness
the madness,
to see me need prescription glasses
magnified 10 times past the average bastards
viente anos, rapper with his eyes low,
spit so hard the whole crowd wearin panchos
tonsils swoll up bigger than a tahoe,
said i wouldn't make it, dont think that i forgot yo
one day ill be back around and i'll find,
and i'ma play you this right here, to remind you
Hook -
I got a lotta people on my nuts right now,
but it aint much, for me, to tell them sluts get down
everyday somebody wanna be my friend,
you can keep on knockin, but you cant come in
Sambo -
Its time to make moves
made do with nothing for way too long, can't take it
fuck it i'm gone, so long
past in my rear view, trouble i'll steer through
fear you , never, nobody, what you know bout me
never judge,
dont budge
ride this rug and get tipsy
cheers to the whisky in my veins
all these drugs in my brain,
got me goin insane crazy
sayin maybe someday i'll be somebody
maybe, somebody save me
kids younger than va's youngest
got ya girl to toung kiss
what it took me,
who knows rookie on the mic
with 2 pros,
up my nose down my throat
nope not coke, i'm lost choked in this cloud of pot smoke
no joke , i'm soaked, in hard liquor
gotta move quicker
would pull the trigger if the fam wasn't watchin
bullets i'm dodgin gotta make moves with what i got
gotta make do.
Hook -
I got a lotta people on my nuts right now,
but it aint much, for me, to tell them sluts get down
everyday somebody wanna be my friend,
you can keep on knockin, but you cant come in
dzk:
my raps on tracks
slap you out the blue
like a huge-ass
baboon that's mad at you
half tune, half attitude
I spew back out at you
my music patterns prove
gruesome as splattered puke
after chewing through grey matter
of savage dudes
in battle, I have to
make room in my bladder soon
for new-jacks who actually
wanna grapple, doom
crashes like axes
through adams apples - smooth
wanna match? get a clue
I'll laugh at you
your ass has a date
with my shoe and my gratitude
half the space
from your calves to your back
will be black and blue, soon
as the brutal attack ensues
bruise crews, smack groups, platoons
you lack too
many crucial tactical movements
you'd have to use
to be -- an actual nuesuience. to me,
you stupid emcees
get abused and beat
Hook -
I got a lotta people on my nuts right now,
but it aint much, for me, to tell them sluts get down
everyday somebody wanna be my friend,
you can keep on knockin, but you cant come in
