Rap fame and clubbing
Rap fame and clubbing
Bound and trap manage to pound through rap got harmed At the tip top of Hip Hop it formed my carreer now calm Here on a stage of rage rapping what’s happening a mic in the palm Of my hand, the fans throw beer cans struck with blows They try duck my vicious flows bad luck in suspicious episodes This frequent event wrinkles my groove plus sprinkle boos On my rap show this crap go too far stuff don’t twinkle or soothe Like a eagle wanna swoop down and put a loop around some cats With dumb stats in Hip Hop, wanna diminish this circus and finish fat Surface, paint my words and taint herds of brains with each spray can Aim they plan to take away my fame have to hide as a stray man // Saw a brown round ass in silk wanted to pour a glass of milk and Grab a fast quilt and go to bed “so boo you a cutie with booty hands Down” I try think “let me buy you a drink?” “ you been listening To T-PAINE wanna be kissing this dame I can hear just twisting Words around wanting my panties and candies while I’m reminiscing Screaming and creaming” naw girl I’m not like that just let my results slam Like Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam “Can I Take you Home Tonight Baby Mam”? “oh MADD my heart throb, not smart to involve all the hugging and loving While clubbing like R. Kelly it gets bazaar and smelly when you see a skirt chugging You come alert just a plumb flirt after some dirt talk, oh I’m so hot down there” |
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