blues for boom, tap shoes I do shows and change all opposing views I get down, I go up as I blow up cause I got this O.M.B. rhyme you can't defuse Yeahhh
wit And, what's yo name And, you not hear boo, I'm Wale And, that D.C. shit I rep all day And, my eyes red cuz of all that haze Don't blow ma, ha Let
bags coming back are filled with gallons of clout To spill out, to shake-up, break up, now blow up Has entered the minds in washington d.c., tell me Is
Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C And my man Kurtis Blow, yo The battlefield, the synonym call it the wax The recording
ceiling Looking out the window another neighborhood killin' When will they chill? I don't really know Keeping my mind on a six double O Rims dripped in
in the C-L-U-B Eleven albums, what are you tellin me? I am B-L-E-S-S-E-D I don't need radio +OR+ TV You are C-U-R-S-E-D All I wanna do is recite
is comin' We were summoned now the haters running when we gunnin' Why yo you don't know That I'm 'bout to blow K C M O Better bang this People make their
how a boy's life is supposed to be Make our way to N.O. 'cause we, 'bout it 'bout it Then down to D.C. where they, cock it, pop it Listen up life is
what's poppin' blat! Yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up? Blackchild what up? I'd
gizzo, I know Them niggaz from the other side recognize my face Cause it's the o.g. d-o-double-g, l-b-c Mad doggin niggaz 'cause I don't care Red jumpsuit
you want some more, girl, so, come on Let's get blown, let's get blown Now, you can fly the friendly skies With the S N double O P D O double G Y Now
[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin
that. Verse 2 *(Black C)* Now I'm bouncin in rap, juss like O-Z's, to kilo's, gettin so rich, I change my name to Mr. C-Note, now these flows, cashin
' baby, c'mon Cruise with me, cruise with me Come ride with me, ride with me Ride Cruisin' baby, come smoke with me Smoke with me Cruisin' baby, c'mon
bite my shit, it causes fiascoes My rhymes is designed, drinkin tobasco I'm dippin, rollin, that's the way the (?) bowl D.P.G.'s bowl, R.O.C. soul controllin
you holla in the ambulance STOP ... it's the Roc nigga R-O-C With the D-O-G on ya block Fuck the C-O-P's, let me see those trees No stems, no sticks,
a funky beat, and I can bug out to it} (I) A.W.O.L DJ Hurricane When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? I go A.W.O.L. Adrock's in the house
see Do it with my nephew Freddy D Ooh wee, in the place to see Snoop D.o. double G from the D.P.G.C. Red light green light Red light green light Red