The MC
Lyrics
Bitches on my line, this a probate
H2O flow and I don't hold gate
this is no trial, this a closed case
thats why my mans flippin birds like a road rager
I'm no angel, my hoes like a sega
Streets of rage 2, I make them hoes skate, dont let the flow escape
just let me flow above, I'm blowing loud out the clouds "turnt up"
And these worth bucks, fuck ifs or maybes
Yeah surfs up harlem hoes say I'm "wavy", LA girls say I'm "holetiyyght"
I leave a hater like he lost a watermellon fight
Call it what you want I'm what you like
I'm ballin all my life I'm Sydney Dean ya'll Wesley Snipes
Never really been into the ice, my lady friends never really be into the life
I like a deep thinker, I like a wine drinker
I like a dutty wine bitch with some vagina piercing
I like a good listener, I like a sense of humor
I like a hoe that likes a hoe just for my amusement
Ok, I like to think I'm likable
I like to think I write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts
Dont know why they fighin' fo, dont know why they arguin'
dont know why you even ask, aint nobody hot as this
They be on that water here, put a couple in the air
then they get that choppin like they dont know where a traget is
And I'm shoppin like I dont know where a Target is
swear a niggas draws be on some stupid Neiman Markus shit
(Stupid Neiman Markus shit)
Bring the hook, I think I need to spark again
MC'ing ain't dead but you seen it real different
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
MC'ing ain't dead but you seen it real different
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
Let me see some hands, let me see some-
Uhh yeah smokin' yeah I should stop, everyday is 420 every moments Woodstock
everything is good but them haters wish I would stop penetrationg the culture
but I do it til' this Wood Stop, uhh
Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist
Got it lock like Styles, Sheek, Kiss and them
the irony in that is I ain't all about the benjamins
I'm all about my woman friend, benefits to get it in
BBM pinnin' me some pictures in they intimate
womanizer to say the least and everything after nautalis ain't a beat
Daytona 5 Grey S5 with the baddest out of 3 dimes Lisa "Left" Eye
my Flow Chilly TBoz, watch with 30 rocks in it No Peacock, A little NBC talk
I smoke and let the tree talk
I'm goin at the green Rock-steady/Bee-Bop
No Longer do I freestyle, Money for the strippers
they comin after me huh they probably off the dippers
they must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol
My side is all ryders y'all side dont buy tickets
I love them fly swattin' bitches
MC'ing ain't dead but you seen it real different
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
MC'ing ain't dead but you seen it real different
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
Let me see some hands for the dope rhyme spitter
Let me see some hands, let me see some-
Writer(s): Olubowale Victor Akintimehin
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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