paroles de chanson Ghetto Symphony - Jesse B Dawg

Youd have ta hit shards ta spit bars like my parts
A rhyme that part the seas would barely be a nice start

They used ta clown me n tell me that i wasnt shit
N now they crowd me when i spit like i lit a spliff

Fuck this shit
Everybody sucks
Yall need to wake up
N realize that the B Dawg aint changed much

I do the same stuff laced up like grey chucks
Im at studi puffen haze out a grape blunt

Eject the cartridge, your last cd was garbage
Your just a little kid that aint ever been threw hardships

The definition of your existence
Is open one end
And microwave that shit
For 30 seconds

I missed your show
Cuz I was gettin dome
Still fucken with the music tho
Kicked back in my studio

U can go to hell you dont flow that well
Ur musics shit I'd rather spend chips on naked tits and bullet shells

Im gettin tired of rape'n bitches inside holden cells
Sick intentions im fittin to fuck a skull n bail

I fuck with Cadillacs and Battle Axe
Im in my battle stance switchen the tips on all my rattle cans

Broke man recyclen coke cans for dro grams
Livin in the land of Spokane
I had my flow planned zoned land
Like a grown man

They mad at me because im better than the whole band
She used to take xanz
Then unzip my pants

Slow jam n
I'd watch her pole dance
But I dont wanna hold hands n i dont want no floor plans
I just wanna fuck for one night n hear that door slam

The southpaws back
With another outlawed track
I got a foul plot
To make a crowd hop out back

I love swisher sweets
I love ta flip a beat
I love ta roll one up, grit my teeth
Lick her peach then hit the street

The kingpins team wins
Every weekend where competen'
Yall been schemin' and dreamin
You need skills to concieve this

Im the heathen thats breathen down your neck
Im the reason theirs a demon thats been keepin you in check

The guitar hits hard on the boom bap beat
I like to charge her card n get my food for free

Its time for rinse repeat
Uncensored history
U best believe i got the recipe to
Tear this beat ta smitherines

Still the realest in the Kane
N that wont ever change
Im starten ta gain a lil fame
But that dont change the game

Im still a beast in the streets with a quarter p
Tryna ta survive tryna get me somethin good to eat

Im tryna live the good life with the rest of them
Legend status like Pac n Nas n Em

And when i die my gravestone will read
He was the greatest of all time the G.O.A.T.