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gutta gorillaz - rasaq lyrics

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[chamillionaire]

bad is how i kick n-gg- no way, that little -ss pager is so gay

my 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, it’s a 4-way

ask me who the hardest rapper n-gg-, you know who i’m gon say

i’ma say ay-ay-ay, like jt money and sole

koopa don’t pay for the four play, you tell her how much that you gon pay

you must be kin to oranthol, cause you a simpson like you oj

oj throwback no way, the oj throwback i throw away

too many n-gg-s dress alike, i ain’t trying to be you for the whole day

look like a 2 fast 2 furious clip, on a tow away

it look like i’m riding backwards, rims spinning the wrong way

see that fake-ob i mean jacob on your arm, n-gg- no way

that ain’t authentic, we know what it is but i won’t say

wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do’ weigh

a question like that, will get a chick kicked through the do’ way

i don’t give no do’ away, get out she gon obey

she gon take the coat from a lil’ jon song and say, (okaaay)

gutta gorilla, mayn i ain’t no holly

wood industry -ss n-gg- no, they don’t call me

on the phone like they wanna bone, cause they know prolly

the chick i’m with gotta have a upgrade, and a j-lo body

my princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening bugs

rims double the size of dubs, they standing as high as us

koopa don’t keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does

keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his ivy dubs

for a minute, nappy roots had a whole movement by being po’

through that movement i was moving units, they must of been moving slow

true i’m on the radio, but i prove i’m streeter than greg

flip the microphone off the stand, and you’ll get beat in the head

(-talking-)

yeah, my solo alb-m controversy sells

drops in november, on the same day as paul wall’s

“people’s champ” solo alb-m, color changin’ click-clack

[rasaq]

aw suckering-suckatash, who’s that coming up on that cash

screens go z-z, when i push a b-tton up on the dash

but a weapon up on my -ss, do dirt like what’s under gr-ss

two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash

you move if something blast, you hurt and on your -ss

you cursing when i p-ss, i’m swerving in a slab

it’s rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top

with a bottle with no top, and a model with no top

and i’m going to the spot, where n-gg-s is losing

put the clip up to you spit it, and let it rip through your fubu

dog i know cats that’ll break you, in a kitten caboodle’s

in a range for a funeral, for the n-gg-s who knew you

i’m in the hood in the hallway, where there’s p-ssing and doo-doo

and the fiends creeping at night, and come up twitching up to you

i recycle what i see in the hood, and deliver it to you

with n-gg-s is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws

or when i’m flipping in hoo-doo’s, sitting on two-two’s

listening to new screw, jewelry is glistening and too blue

and i’m chilling with your new boo, i ain’t forced her in the whip

got her talking so much, i told her to put a cork in it

like sammy sosa’s bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back

these tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is cracked

and i’m gone no coming back, no hugging no rubbing backs

i’m thugging and loving stacks, n-gg- how you loving that

i bring it to you

i bring it to you

- rasaq lyrics

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