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stop sign theory - vic spencer lyrics

[intro]
uh
you know i’m just like a mother f*cking chevy
from like ’68 you feel me
when my tune up gets done
it takes a long ass time to get to the top
n*ggas is in euro whips and sh*t
still here though mother f*cker

[verse 1]
this rap is made of jeru the damaja
tres deuce blam at you
your ass about to get fired like my last manager
and neve ever get hired like my current manager
leave you with open wounds come back and dump sand on you
i’m from over east way past south shore
rapping like – open your mouth for
n*ggas be falling out over stupid sh*t
i don’t be caring about n*ggas in the north
[?] with the mother f*cking cutest chick
you know what she does
she f*ck with you because you the latest n*gga with a buzz
i learn more because the lesson’s bigger
it’ll be a wet desert up in arizona before i sweat a n*gga
i bet a n*gga that’s thinking he’s better than victor
i c*ck back and aim boy
i’m better than triggers (you feel me?)
spaz out when i rap now
mad foul, beat you to the crumbs and take the trash out
you ain’t did enough to get wrote about
i don’t know who you kidding bro, i’m the hardest out
you’re not in the studio, you’re chilling with hoes probably
n*ggas don’t get shine in their raps so they gotta throw parties
fat ass n*ggas attacking ground beef on the shelf
i don’t f*ck with these rap n*ggas unless it speaks for itself
decapitate his f*cking eyeb*lls and endorse ears
every time we choose safety we reinforce fear
it’s word to [?] if you knew it
the undisputed mutant got you muted (yeah)
want something different, do something different
i gotta sell my soul to do some sh*t like big pimpin’ huh
same sh*t different air freshener
n*ggas know that the best is up next
f*ck all the rest of you
exfoliate the beat for three minutes
then sit on the records for five years
timeless music invented
witnessed h*lla n*ggas turn into snakes
then stand six feet tall dog
with human traits aw dog that’s my mistake for not knowing who’s talking
i don’t care i got options
five pair of sony walkmans explain i don’t hear nonsense
it’s almost time for me to peel out
throw a cooler at them iced out ass n*ggas
and tell their ass to chill out (the f*ck out of here)
f*ck it
n*ggas is throwing shots, i’m pouring
what i do with you has nothing to do with where i’m going
f*cker
f*ck outta here
[outro]
that’s why i treat n*ggas like stop signs you feel me (feel me)
only pay a visit just for about five seconds
bounce
the f*ck out of here
feel me
and that’s the cost of victory b*tch
get the f*ck out of here

- vic spencer lyrics

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