paroles de chanson Doolittle Baby - T.Rabb

I could jump off the stratosphere and land on my feet
Dodging police, chinos on crease
Chevys I creep, courting a freak, balling elite
Stood on the work, 3 in the key
Boxing out the opps, just another Doolittle baby, gon brazy
Market block to block, oh yeah that new smoke hazy, it's not Fugazzi
And Sun get hard to watch, hotter than Phoenix lately, d book fading
Jumpin out the drop
Slapping 2 twelves gon mainey
Pedestrians hate me

Every verse I spit they tell I'm back
Had to go get it I couldn't relax
LA to NY the norf on my back
Rain sleet snow I triple my racks
I was in the hut with my back on the wall
By the slot machines, talking hella smack to my dawg
Waiting for my four piece with the sauce on it all
Like I'm the coldest nigga with the raps you can call
The Chevy next door, the parking was packed
Slamming the door, I turn up a slap
Shorties bent over I'm counting the snap
I'm in the norf, no need for a map
He switching sides, I'm skipping the dap
Maneuver and dodge the snakes and the rats
I'm hearing you tied to opps don't lack
Why would you lie when I know for a fact
Like I'm not the number one headband
If steel sharpens steel, I shouldn't rap with you niggas then
You should play the losers cause you know we gon win again
If we ever go bar for bar bet you won't get a sentence in
The flow got so deadly could make shark never swim again
These artists just targets, I slaughtered
Smiled at the sentencing
They stealing a style that I fathered
Call it kidnapping then. If they feds get to closing in

I could jump off the stratosphere and land on my feet
Dodging police, chinos on crease
Chevys I creep, courting a freak, balling elite
Stood on the work, 3 in the key
Boxing out the opps, just another Doolittle baby, gon brazy
Market block to block, oh yeah that new smoke hazy, it's not Fugazzi
And Sun get hard to watch, hotter than Phoenix lately, d book fading
Jumpin out the drop
Slapping 2 twelves gon mainey
Pedestrians hate me