Lyrics
Hahahaha
I know what yall thinking..
Its dat Laffy Taffy, dat Laffy Taffy
NAH n*** , THIS AINT NO SNAP MUSIC
805 KLIK klik, you hear da klak klak
Verbal weaponry, my lyrics headed for yo knapsack
Looking over yo shoulder, Im up on ya like a back-pack
Wack rappers, running for they life, on they last lap
Leaving you n*** z broke like a stock drop drop in Nasdaq
Get yo back cracked, when I hop up on da mic and attack
Cuz I be tha shiznit, b*** , and dats that
Giving tha city of Eugene a reason ta be on da rap map
Ignoramus perpetrators, step up to tha podium
Cuz Im not a hater, but all you deserve is odium
n*** z dat need ta get they mind checked, yo tha only one
Tryna throw, salt up in my game like sodium
Acting like ya do, but foo, you dont know me man
In it for survival, cause I aint tryna have a lonely son
Leaving you evil people, thinking ya equal, feeling woebegone
Cuz I got tha Force, like Skywalker and Obi One
Where I come from, n*** , we dont snap snap
Where I come from, n*** , we dont clap clap
Where I come from, ( n*** ), [you know how we do]
805 KLIK, be the krew, we, rap rap
n*** muthaf*** da popo, dey gon feel my 44
When I leave dem b*** es straight dropping like a yoyo
On no!, yall pigz quik, like slow-mo
Solo? No my KLIK we got 4 more
1NATE7, SoulReal, A, and J-Rokk
Critics try ta knock us but f*** what they thought
Cuz Im not concerned if you snitches love dem pigs
Cuz I kick it with n*** z and b*** es datll bust dem wigs
Loving this C-O-P killa, dey down ta die too
They be showing loyalty, cuz they be knowing Im true
I do, whatever I say in a clever way
Coppaz tryna hold me back, Im looking for a better day
Let it spray, semi auto nine millameeta
Grim, when I spin, so you gon feel da reaper
Handgun? How it gon compare, when Im blasting
Everybody gotta go, But Ima be tha last one
Ya rap is crappy You rappers crappy
Ya snap is wacky and Ya act is sappy
(YALL SOME CANDY GIRLS)
Ya rap is crappy You rappers crappy
Ya snap is wacky so f*** , Laffy Taffy
Intellect, oozing out ya speakers as I spit my tech
Intersect, cleverness with comedy when Im in yo deck
Competition b*** ing cuz my vision dey dont get it yet
Hustler with more ends on da way whenever I spend a check
Look at me, Im all up in ya home like da internet
Record dealing, making a f*** ing killing like a cigarette
Leaving da mic smoking so ya know I gotta hit it wet
While suckas dey be falling like a trapeze artist with a net
Slip, and ya coming down, should kept ya balance
Me you know Im glowing, flowing with tha best of talents
No! I wont go, settle for a
Level dat Im given, f*** prison, Im an explorer
My team is da meanest, what I mean is
We da cleanest, so raise up off da penis
Smoking da greenest, sewing da game up like a seamstress
In other words Ima gha-uh gha-uh genius
D 4 L, lemme tell ya what dat really means
For life! Yall be silly like some jelly beans
Candy rappers, tryna get serious, but ya too sweet
And ya one line choruses really dont move me
Family, tha only people dat I can trust thru all a this
Cuz I love ta floss, but at times rather be anonymous
My whole life, been writing, like a novelist
But critics showing no respect is what da problem is
And how I handle criticism, in da best way
By succeeding and leading while all da less stay
Following but I never listened ta what da rest say
So I know ya felt my force ever since ya pressed play
Ima be yo sensei, betta yet yo han-shi
First lesson, n*** pass me da ganjee
Hit it hit it, one two, and on three
Tell me how ya want me, cuz Im what da bomb be
Tick tick, BOOM! When Im, in da room
Spirit bringing tombs and my lyrics dey spell doom
To presume dat happiness is being who I am
Is foolish, wishing you were tha man, and I was justa fan
Lean wit it, rock wit it, I WISH YOUD STOP WIT IT
Move wit it, shake wit it, YOU n*** Z FAKE WIT IT
b*** n*** z, give dat candy back, to tha babies
Gangstaz
