Hot track by Calicoe off THE BANDAID album, produced by DON MAC of BOSSTOWN ENTERTAINMENT
New Orleans hip hop, hardcore street music, advanced lyricism, Southern Beats
Calicoe the Champ-
New Orleans' most anticipated rapper
Story behind the song
Describes my day to day existence here in New Orleans, my theme song per se, what life is like for a young, broke nigga like me.
Lyrics
(1st verse)
Calicoe:
From the crack tables in the 17/Rats in the hole/ Calicoe/ Muhfucker/ From Ha-Hollygrove/ Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same/ Allstars be the gang that I claim and bang for/ I'm a gangsta/ Walk wit' a limp/ And my pants slip/ Down to the ground/ So big almost tripped-ed/ Left right from the cops, a wanted man/ Just passed 'round there, I ain't goin' again/ But Tuniva keep sayin' she gon' turn me in/ And my people keep prayin' cause I'm cursed with sin/ The worst of men/ Should really be in someone's cage/ I don't even understand why they so afraid/ A burst of rage/ Could make me/ Have a fit/ Switch modes back to pimp and smack a bitch/ The Champ insists/ On video/ Tapin'/ You topless/ Take it/ Don't stop it/ Keep rockin' it/
Chorus:
(CALICOE)Bang bang boogie/ To up jumps the boogie/If the beat stop rockin'/ The crack'll keep cookin'/If the heat stop poppin'/ The knife'll keep juggin'/ If your freak stop watchin'/ Your wife'll keep lookin', nigga
(Repeat)
2nd verse:
(Calicoe)
They call me young pimp Cali/ I'm fount in the alley/ I walk around town in my dark, brown Ballys/ Got caught 'round Rally's/ On Chef and Louisa/ Wit' a "Z" o' that reefer/ I ain't even see the people/ I was on my way to meet Don Mac/ At the "YO"/ Said he had a bomb track/ And he need me to flow/ So/ I throw on my 'bauds/ And the rest of my clothes/ Joes/ Fresh out the do'/ Had to stop at the sto'/ Grabbed an Optimo/ Cause they was cold outta Keep Movin's/ Called Will the Great up, "What the fuck is you doin'"/ [Will the Great] 'Ain't shit'/ Won't you come through/ And me an' you could vibe/ Hit 'em wit the knock/ Make 'em vibrate the ride/ Piss 'em clean off when you pull up onside 'em/ At a stop sign/ Better yet a fast food line/ "What??!, Speak up, I can't hear shit"/ "There's an asshole behind me with that Calicoe disc"/ She like, "Number six, turn it up, that's my jam/ "I don't like gutter-rap, but that make me dance"/ "Who the fuck make his tracks?"/ Don Mac is the man/ Platinum 1/ Champion/ Bitch we at it again. Yeuh
Chorus 2x
I slide in third verse off the hook/ So smooth/ Niggas shook/ No brew/ Get the book/ Pitch it/ Out the window, hit a pigeon-bimbo in her head/ Keep cluckin', chi-a-chirpin, chicken, what I said/ Keep puffin on the herb 'til the blunt is dead/ Keep hustlin' on the curb 'till the rent is paid/ I'm in the shade, laid out, real loose/ Lemonade in my hand, and it's spiked with Goose/I get hyped in the booth/ And recite the truth/ Cali humble and cool/ I ain't nothin' like dude/ I'll run upside you/ With the back of my rifle/ I despise you/ Rather fight you/ Everytime I sight you/ Bitch ass transexual, hermaphrodite you/ Cut you/ Slice you/ Fuck you/ Never liked you/ Got the right to expose you/ I don't owe you/ Bitch, I barely know you.
Chorus 2x
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