a.k.a prozak
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Flatterin' Till The Slammer
IP:
*so you get the punchline my nickname from where i'm from is Jay Leno*
verse:
yo it's Jay Leno leading the world with my chin
no matter the color of my skin
cuz every battle i join i win
u can always catch me drinkin' that gin
if you roll up in a club ya'll be hearin' my tracks spin
i'm giving your mind some relief, cuz i'm getting it off the beef
you give me the mic and i'll know how ta rock it
i always roll in with a 10 G in every pocket
and all these chickens givin' me head til' i cum harder than a rocket
rollin' with an equipped ride no fake-ass stock shit
i'm the best since..ever
that's cuz every word i put togetha is always clever
you boys comparin' ta me??..naw never
you just hangin' with me for the cheddar
but props to ya cuz i'm ignorin' ya
come across me again and i'm fuckin' floorin' ya
ya'll beg bout scorin' huh??
you got me laughin' at ya cuz pussy never get stale
and if you graphin' then you know i be tappin' it off the rictor scale
some of you fake homies probably never once been in jail
when your only view is beyond the rail
sure i tryed escapin' but did nuthin' but fail
but no matter whether ur a female or male
you'll always be able ta bail
cuz just face it you'll never pick that lock with just a nail
(2x) hook:
ya'll wankstas better scatter
cuz with these rhymes that flatter
it won't even matter if i pull back that hammer
me, this soldier is insane enough ta get thrown back in the slammer
verse 2:
NOK you need me then just whistle
i be comin' totin a mack-10 and even a pistol
ya'll fake-ass gangstas think you smart and cunnin'
but you always end up trembling after we get done gunnin'
NOK we a crew for life that'll end up fucking up you and your wife
Establishment homies are the type that'll run up in a gun fight with a knife
ya'll act out being pissed but gon' be missing with no hints
ya'll actin' like lil runts that run around calling homies cunts
we never start shit not even once
so don't even go runnin' up on turf complaining that it's our fault
you soft as snow and we the salt so ya'll better stop and hault
cuz ain't no one stoppin' us
(2x) hook:
ya'll wankstas better scatter
cuz with these rhymes that flatter
it won't even matter if i pull back that hammer
me, this soldier is insane enough ta get thrown back in the slammer
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