From the album Chess King. (Prod. by Dreas Beats). Feat. Big Seb. Facebook.com/cvofromthemo @cvofromthemo
C. Vo is a brand new, young rap lyricist from Missouri City (The Mo.), Texas whose dirty south style merges old school hip hop fun with modern lyrical soph
C. Vo has been rapping since the tender age of 14 when he discovered a tape of old songs and unfinished beats his uncle Darrell "Dizzy D" Fields recorded over 15 years ago. Immediately C. Vo began to write original lyrics to the instrumentals. After all of the beats were used, he began recording to original beats produced by some of the sickest producers in the business.
Story behind the song
Hood dreams of hood riches.
Lyrics
Straight from the Mo. homie this is real swag / parked in my driveway that's a real Jag
Burberry roof on top that's a rag / Louis V bag on my back check the tag
The girl next to me was on front of the mag / got something on her so her jeans won't sag.
It's real life homie this is not a gag / that's game time ya'll should wave the white flag.
Those thangs pokin' out of my rims them swangas / Dreas made beats on the track them bangas
Money changed you, not me now we strangers / hate in your eye, blaming me for your anger.
The chick I was with is an R&B sanga / said she couldn't be sprung but I already sprang'er
Tiger blood pumping, that's Charlie Sheen winning / got a black card here now that's real spending.
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All real everything nothing counterfeit / Got Ice Cream paint on G5 jet.
The Bezel of my Rollie iced out with begets / G-5 steppin, while I'm reppin my set.
Mommy fell hard, she was all on my Brett / Starved for the Favre speaking like it's touretts?
Keep ten dimes, I kill a bill like Uma / won't holla at a cougar, but I might date a Puma.
Spit crazy dumb man I might be dyslexic / rappers ain’t eating guess they're all anorexic
Call my own pilot just to change the humidity / Pockets on swole wallet suffers from obesity.
No skinny jeans, got to have elasticity / Get the song now, ITunes, or Rhapsody
C to the Vo, but you can call me Eric / numbers so high bank account's diabetic.
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Big Stepper, go getter, I’m a young Hugh Hefner / choke’em out make’em tap like Brock Lesner
Home wrecker, mike checker, I’m an MC tester. Kinda like I’m the greatest, opposition is lesser.
Ain’t a question who’s fresher, won’t crack under pressure / I got the game on lock, like an Olympic wrestler.
Figure four, full nelson, I attack with aggression true confession, I’m impressin’ teachin’ rookies a lesson
Rap class is in session, like an old time western, I’ma test’em then arrest’em in an all black Stetson.
Not a jester, not a joker, just a hot mike smoker, / quit your huffin’ and puffiin’ rappers bluffin’ like poker.
Discussin’ and fussin’ about who’s richer or broker / my forecast is bright, I’m like a young Al Roker.
Chasing Cheddar like Chester, let it age and fester. I’m shuttin’ rappers down like a jury sequester.
