Текст песни Music - Eastman Records

Fuck Jay-Z!
Yeah! Wait What?
It's D-Bo Mothafucka, It's the Creamery
Oh oh, Okay my bad... Yo pass the blunt though

Go ahead a take your shot
I'll rip your life apart
Piece by Piece you don't want the Glock imma pop
Welcome to the E.R. where I'm the Doc an you're not safe
Smoking on some bomb haze coming from the East Coast
Everybody knows that, I'm on fuckin beast mode
At least hoes know not to test me
If the cops come they'll have to arrest me cause

When we pull to the scene
Boy you should listen to the music
Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you
To a moolie who aint a pusher but a gangster still
Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field
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When push come to shove imma reach above my waistline
F-f-f-flinch a couple times then, send you back to wayside
Pick a state, anytime, any day then watch
As I californicate the matrix with a basic bitch
Cougars with their faces lifted got me living lavish
Check out how the pace has shifted
An I'm fuckin savage on the beat I make Cheese WHAT
What's a rat to a snake please can you tell me why
Rapping is easy, It's about packaging a message
That you can take away from the TV that gives me heebie jeebies
Jeepers Creepers all I wanna do is see tits come through the speakers
Eager for a motor boat, she used to sniff lines an so I roll a boat
I don't toke I just pass, while I wrote a note
Dear Jenny, don't fuck with Forrest
First of all you don't even know how bad the war is
Eating porridge with that heroin up in your veins, ha
Bombs dropping everywhere mans go insane, it's crazy but

When we pull up to the scene
Boy you should listen to the music
Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you
To a moolie who ain't a pusher but a gangster still
Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field
Like

Dr. Tatopoulos is on the fucking scene
Searching, for Godzilla
Or whatever seems to be the reason
That bleeding through sheets with this ink pen
Is the only way that you dinks can fully understand
How to manage all this mothafuckin marrachinnie
Sicilian with a beanie eenie meanie miney MO
Come an kick it with the BO, when it goes
CH CH real slow, like molasses
Sticking to your visions, like glasses
Only now I'm sending post cards cause most art
Can't even be interpretated by the masses but
If you're still picking up what I'm putting down you'll know
I'm weeding through the babies of the rap game
With my Ultra sound now
Lemme see your loud, does she wear a red wig
Or does she got them pearls like PLOW
Sticky to the touch when I spread her with my fingers OUW
Just another day up in the matrix
25 years of watching all these base sick mothafucka's

When we pull up to the scene
Boy you should listen to the music
Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you
To a moolie who ain't a pusher but a gangster still
Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field
Like

Okay so I gripped the Smith 'n' Wesson
An let the shot fly
Watched the body drop and the cops lie
"Oh it's probably COVID"
This fucking systems not your friend, you know this
An everything on TV's bogus focus
Herding all the sheep like a plague of lotus
Oh this POTUS probably believes in hocus pocus
Now notice, my Magnum Opus is the dopest on the block
An since you're hopeless I'll assimilate a lot
Of mothafucka's on the stage just to misbehave because

When we pull up to the scene
Boy you should listen to the music
Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you
To a moolie who ain't a pusher but a gangster still
Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field