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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #229
Peak in subgenre #92
Author
Jon Podosek
Rights
©2009
Uploaded
April 26, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:22
Lyrics
Verse 1 (Jon):
It's easy to get big if ya got the right beats
All ya need is an image, name, block and a street,
Pretend you pack heat, fresh on the game,
And when you hit that crackin ass beat
Claim ya bang
They aint even got talent,
I see right through it,
Call Geicooo
A caveman could do it
Beat's so crackin yee-aint
even gotta rap
even Soulja Boy blew up, (shit) and
H'es fuckin whaaack...
I ain't even fuckin black,
Doesn't mean I can't rap
Like a man that's black that
Raps that's that,
Fuck up this track,
Don't even got a label
My flow's heaven sent like Cain and Able
I'm the man at the table
Yeah smoked so many blunts
I might be disabled
Names J Penis don't really give a fuck
And she said my penis the cleanest she ever sucked
Chorus (Too Short):
Time To Go
Bust a few Rhymes at the Studio
Verse 2:
I like rhymin in ways ya never heard before
Smokin herb, like a herb smokin herbavoire
"What's up sluts?", like Jay say,
Weed aint the gateway,
Don't even nay say, bitch I swear
...like my hand on a bible,
don't believe me? open up, you can taste my rifle
I'm a disciple... gone bad,
Kept fuckin, smokin, n drinkin so God got mad,
I said, "that's too bad, what you think you can smite me?
while ya wifey, bites me, on the nightly?
We go site seeing, fuck what you might think."
Call me John Locke
Cause my flows enlightning
Or cause I got it on top,
On lock, won't stop
Bitch I'm more stoned than
Mothafuckin Bedrock
I don't got bling, no benzo, just endo,
I take the bus-jus starin thru the window
Don't care bout ya wrist, man fuck ya diamonds
Still dont change the fact I popped ya girlfriend's hymen
I'm not lyyyin, was hardly tryyyin,
She just opened up n said "come inside"
And I got nervous cause she started smilin,
Like she was hidin somethin violent,
I looked behind and I saw your eyes
And I dipped out the window, shit,
Still in style man
Chorus
Verse 3:
I'm speakin the truth,
I don't need to be signed,
Could be blind, and see lies,
Like when Nixon resigned
And I recognize people are doin thangs
But why we worshipin people that worship rings?
Where's the creativity? Surprise element,
The only surprise is I'm still high and not celibate
I got flaws but I act like I don't, cause when ya
Rap it's how it go, gotta talk yourself up soooo
Bring ya crew cause I'm wild with my hands
And ya girl took off her pants before I made my demands
So look man, don't dance with the pro
She called me Michael Jackson when I beat it oh nooo
Already done it so I ain't gotta do it yeah
Just bought an O and I went right through it yeah
I'm so high, you might think im stupid,
But you dont even wanna know what my-I-Q-is
Shine like light bright
Fight the right fight
See the high light
Miller High Life
Shea shea
I don't see ya
Shea shea
Sensimilla
I see the screamin and yellin as just soundwaves,
On my field theres no such thing as foul play,
She said harder faster stronger, like Kanye
And she knowss just what i want, after a long day
