Lyrics
[Verse 1]
See what happens is some get drunk and get blunted,
walkin' around town anxious to start somethin'
sayin' you 'run it' but the only thing you runnin's ya mouth,
'til they comin' to knock you out and run in ya house,
your home, stole everything you own and pawned that,
even plucked the grass, you gotta pay to get ya lawn back,
afraid of combat, you wouldn't even wear those boots,
war's grow but you couldn't even repair those roots,
quick to share the truce, you know dispair, the blues,
take mine, you couldn't walk in a pair' those shoes,
that's some bull sh** , throw me on the pulpit,
my voice the truth, wolves'll get their sheep wool split,
the full clip aint scary, nah, it's the safety that's off,
and you know you dead when they body-tracing the chalk,
bleed til you tasting the drops just in case you get locked,
up, in jail first with a thirst making you cough
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[Chorus] x2 each
You gonna talk your sh** , I'm-a talk my sh** ,
get buzzed, get drunk 'til you pissed,
You gonna talk your sh** , I'm-a talk my sh** ,
get buzzed, get drunk 'til you pissed,
you gonna walk that, you gonna talk that,
you gonna pop that, nah you got it twisted,
you gonna walk that, you gonna talk that,
you gonna pop that, if not shut ya lips b*** !
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[Verse 2]
I will not change the topics... I spit,
this will never be an option... I give,
change ya synopsis or stay in the pocket,
to lay in your coffin' or awake to what's poppin',
up ahead there's no stoppin' ... I live,
and this allows me to talk sh** ... I wish,
once again I'm watchin', cocked and locked in,
eyes droppin', I make the cross like chop sticks,
never on me knees, straight, I stand that way,
with big dreams, wake, they're just plans that fade,
I belong in the hall of fame with no asterik,
along the name, I deserve to get my ass kicked,
but I'm back with, new words, on your brain like tumors,
or on your head like tutors if taken out like looters,
doubtin' shooters, they shoot maybe from the hip,
so if that's the case then put a safety on the lip
quit talkin' sh** !
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 3]
ya'll a thing of the past, like CD's will be,
and I gotta hard drive that's frees more speed for me,
no love limme in, cold-blooded, amphibian,
one DWI got me more rides than a Sybian
know I'm living in: Cloud City
so you know we only kicking it: Loud Baby
take your shoes off, make yourself at home,
I'm king of the castle, Borat, no man can take me out that thrown,
oh and that's my sh** talk, I aint pissed off,
don't collect dust, but still they wanna blow my disc off,
and now you aint gotta dime in ya account-
better off walkin' around with ya pockets inside out,
not ready for the drought, get ya chap stick,
you can doubt, I won't be touched like a fat chick,
without oven mitts, too hot, and I state facts,
you'd hear me even if I was a needle in a haystack
take that!
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[Chorus] x2
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Nice ass vibe to this one...this sh** is real catchy....Love that beat...and once again...you did it justice with the lyrics....we need to collab one day m an...peace