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(Roscoe)
Man Pass that, what (Chorus : Sleepy Brown) Cuz' thats they lace (From head to toe) Got the three will motion (Sick and so low) Such a good feeling (and I'm so high) I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack) (Verse 1: Roscoe) Low key OG', it's Roscoe the soto I'm blowin dodo on a low low, duckin from the popo I'm known to hit the city traffic Grippin the millimatic for static Catch me up all up ya' Bentley jackin' Your stereo system drillinatics When I'm open for the law Through it all, we deliquents Yeah A-wall and juvi hall With a stink cent, from chronic dogg Through out my car, THC all through all my cigar With a drink bent, about to vomit all over the yard My loose spits freely roamin' the reservoir My tooth chipped, now I spit better bars My crew sick, persuing the stars and to shoe fits We're not the ones to hate on a fool with on-ones The wrong young guns to screw with We assasins, from head to toe Stay in tune with, ball with us, it's Russian rulette (Chorus) (Bridge : Sleepy Brown) Hey, the way I feel, I like smoking Ah hurry up showty', roll the joint Oh work it out little mama Let me see your ass scrub the floor And ohh lord, the straigh henessey hit me in the spot And ohh lord, party like it's the last day you got (Chorus) (Verse 2: Roscoe) Yeah, they call me young sco' goodie Dungeon Family, from ATL to LA all day and philly philly See me dippin' with my Eastside thugs and my Westside gangstas Get with the perty mild, reppin' the dirty south Roscoe, Keko, Rico, Sleepy and Cee-lo Yeah, we rollin' Geo's on the d-lo in g-mode Now this is what sounds like, when the g's cry We ease up, speed by ya, and squeeze fire I'm bicostal don, I'm off the wire, in all bulletproof attire Until the day I retire, Me and bro, we share two heeps and one vest We keep em' underneath the seat, So come test the young jack rabbit, with a bad habbit The jab rabbit, rap addict Ever since I first took a stab at it Up in the lab slash attic With the studio set up, and the walls padded Yeah (Chorus) - repeat 2X into fade |
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(feat. Mr. Kane)
Straight to the whole world I got the cocaine okay? Yeah, I got the cocaine man I got the Yey, YA Scoe Montana Scoeldie Montana, remember my name [Hook: Mr. Kane] I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me [Roscoe] Scoe is chillin, makin a million Stackin his loot till I touch top ceilin Miraculous, toothless, but top notch women Acura roofless blastin my music Adelle on my right, He done got me for my life I'm a star like Tri Crazy youngster livin the Hard knock life like Jay the hustla I'm a professional mic clutcha plus a dope rhymer Ghetto potent, perfect timing I"m an opportunist Takin advantage of my youth, fresh when I do it The homie Kokane, tighter than choker chains Soakin up the game with dreams of Roscoe's name being a houshold name We ballin, ghetto fabulous, just trying to do my thang In this dope game switchin four lanes [Hook: Mr. Kane] I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy We pushin weight heavy, how much you want bet me? [Roscoe] Scoe is chillin, lyrical villian Straight up outta Philly, West Coast feel me I pack Mac millies, Daz with Daz Dillies Dippin through LA where it don't get chilly I got a attic where I stash my scrilla Keep a automatic mini heata by the attic Homie my gat blast, speratic blast (I'm) Young Scoedizzle, (I'm)keepin it rizzle (With)Heaters that sizzle, Me an young bizzle Hit the cypher up and stand in the middle Puttin MC's in the Rap Hospital Hospitable, Roscizzo my flizzo not spitable My dizzo not get-able, anything digital Un F-with-able, we incredible and thats inevitable [Hook: Mr. Kane] I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy We gangsta rock steady, Y'all niggaz ain't ready Bang this in ya Chevy, we pushin weight heavy DP, DP, DPG [x4] [Roscoe] Scoe is gettin, in where I fit in Splittin bad rubbers, keep it thuggin keep livin Keep givin all I got, takin what I want Breakin down the sacks, and crack open a blunt Crack the window to get some fresh oxygen This little Porche we hot boxin in I'm a G to the fame low key in the game I got the key to the game DPG is the gang [Hook: Mr. Kane] I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy We gangsta rock steady, Bang this in ya Chevy We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me DP,DP,DPG... [Mr. Kane] Oh what you say? Heavens to megatron We still bangin in space the new generation Oooh Kokane! Roscoe |
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