Lyrics Blow The Whistle - Cheyenne Giles

I go on and on
Can't understand how I last so long
I must have super powers
Rap two hundred twenty five thousand hours
Get it calculated do the math
I made a thousand songs that made you move your ass
And for the last three hundred months
I made sixteen albums with me on the front and the bump
Where you get your beats?
I heard ninety three rappers say bitch like me
Two singers and ten comedians
And I'm still gon' yell it every time you see me in
What's my favorite word?
Bitch!
Why they gotta say it like $hort?
Bitch!
You know they can't play on my court
Can't hang with the big dogs
Stay on the porch

Blow the whistle

Where you get that from?
Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that blunt
Pimp-c, 8-ball, and Mjg
Keep spittin' that p to the I-m-p
Bun-b that's Texas baby
Ball and g that's Memphis baby
$hort dog that's Oakland baby
Ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days g
My nigga c got locked up
But these real hoes still know they gots to fuck
Give a fuck nigga what you say
$hort dog fuck with Ugk
Do you really wanna be like me?
Spit game like snoop and tip
Pretty girls in the vip
They came with Dre they don't need id

Blow the whistle

Your mind is gone
Your brain is blazed
You've been wide awake for the last 3 days
Poppin' pills
It goes down for real
Don't stop, just keep rollin' down hill
Crash and burn, can't stand, fall back
You're doin' too much you can't handle all that
Man it's been way too long
Time to let the whole world play your songs
Like me my shit gets around
Leave the country come back and hit the town
I'm in Miami, New York, and Atl
Houston and L.A. ask Dave Chappelle, about my rich bitch
He got her from me
And made fifty million dollars
I'm proud of you d
But I'm crazy you don't wanna be like me
I come from east Oakland where the yougstas get hyphy
Blow it!

Blow the whistle

Biacth!

Too $hort
Up all night baby
Album number sixteen
Y'all can't fuck wit that