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Swing, swing
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
I got snow
Don't you know?
I got snow
Don't you know?
I got snow
I got snow
Don't you know I got no petty tax on wax, so call the best
Got no crimes, so I got no stress
Sometime boozer, user of the sess
Now I cope without the kinkiness
Can't fly, can't flow, but I can kick a note
My state will relate when you take a toke (Ha-ha)
And I wrote and wrote, but still I'm always broke
And I hate to see my niggas gettin' choked
Now, the plan to uplift with the gift is going great
Today I write a rhyme, next day I get a pape'
And I wait a sec, and always give respect
To the brothers who been chillin' since the early years (Early years)
When I used to rap around the med ears
Now suckers could just step to the rears, 'cause
I got a rep for steppin' up next to your step
Come with your best, but you might get wrecked
Got a rep, got a rep, so people come correct
This is dedicated to the brothers that slept
Well, I'm a candidate of funk, and I'm so free, raw
And I got it going on, and I never pull a stunt
Rock my rhymes on the DL, smooth like steel
Cool Hispanic child with the S-O-U-L
Rollin' with the thickness, yeah, I do my fitness
All you nosy people, please, mind your business
See, boy, you slept, and you know I couldn't do it
But now I prove 'em all, 'cause like Mountie, I'm strong
I'm the bigger picker-upper, I picked up the style
Those brothers buggin' out, but I just give a smile
'Cause I'm ruff, ruff, rugged, crazy mic-buggin'
And like my man Flex, the skins come by the dozens
Don't get offended, grab the mic, defend it
If you win it, you won it, you lose it, you lost it
But it's not a fuckin' ride, so get off it, yeah, I got a rep
I got a rep for steppin' up next to your step
Come with your best, but you might get wrecked
Got a rep, got a rep, so people come correct
This is dedicated to the brothers that slept
I got a rep for steppin' up next to your step
Come with your best, but you might get wrecked
Got a rep, got a rep, so people come correct
This is dedicated to the brothers that slept
We don't talk shit, comin' at you full equipped
I got a band and a pit and a crowd with a pitch
So nigga, git, livin' in a state of madness
Baby, pucker up as I come with the madness
Baby, baby, got a bone to pick
Gonna stick you in the back with my pogo stick (Hit it)
Take a slide ride through the tweeds so wide (Uh)
Come on, let me take you on a crazy ride
Ayo, check out the funky, rippin' rhymes that I deliver
Bassline drum comin' through your receiver
A-plus achiever, flat-Fee schema
Drive for the best, goddamn, I'm a dreamer
My Tribe and I, we're known as the Jive
Candidate of funk (So) special for the blunts (And)
Stunts? Never, rhyme is too clever
If you don't dig the shit, then my man, whatever
Listen to the beat and listen to the size
If you can't comprehend, well, then enjoy the silence
Got a rep for steppin' up next to your step
Got a rep for steppin' up next to your step
Got a rep for steppin' up next to your step
Got a rep, so come with your best
This is
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