Song: Slickness
(VERSE)
You better be ready its here
we came behind you back
never seen it coming with a sneak attack
another phat track
rolling up in a big black truck
tinted windows up
niggaz looking at us like damn what the fuck
rolling down the street looking bling bling
got the gangsta shit pumping 150 db's
chrome dubs not hubs is right for me
not the ones on merecedes but the ones from overseas
I got more skillz than many niggas put together
cause I'll drop you like a feather
and the bomb that I drop can explode much better
leave a hot and misty air
that once was a cold and freezing atmosphere
yes jigga uh I'm prepared for war
but to young to sip aclhohol at the bar
don't ask me how I get all this money shit
it don't matter where i get it
im just rich bitch what.........
(VERSE 2)
What the fuck you mean when you call youself a pimp
thats bullshit
your girl wants to hang with me
wanna bang with me
wanna ride with me
I got to laugh HE HE
more bitches for me
more bitches for free
I don't give a fuck about them hoes
I let them all know that I'm a type that bang bang goes
I love the game
why you wanna wake up to the same girl
everyday shit man thats gay
what you say?
yo im sick of you niggaz rapping about the azn pride
you don't see black pepole rapping black till i die
don't get me wrong now I'm an asian myself
but when it comes to rapping
I explain myself fo shure
(CHORUS)
listen to my slickness in this one track
we coming in through with the quickness
thickness in blood
we came back on the track
where we rap again
our own style
own way
T-bo rapping with Zhin
got a bottle of criss
sippin on some gin
we pray to our dear lord forgive for our sins
(VERSE 3)
yo I chill back relax
enjoy the place where im at
kick back at E's yo
desert eagle ready to blow
like Horishima bomb bursts explode
schockwave VMP nothing seen
something felt smoke stacking the flow
of devastation when it hits the destination
of the target and place
the missels never hit late
it goes right through any gate
and fucks up fate
when your pasts not in your own hands can you relate
to the ill shit
to the real shit in your life
this is the power that i have metaphore
striking like a sniper
ora energy sorrunds me
put my life in one shit
take the risk of my block
I wont stop for any asian thug
nobody else i know for shure
I can let them in my house
eat sleep chill smoke up
they got my trust
who busts with me along side
true people that gonna ride
till that day that they die
going suicide mission
I won't let them go
espeically when I'm all fucking high
I don't see but I understand the whole fact
that good and bad honesty and loyalty lack
I wont ask any questions
and let them play the game
minipulate me, repell it
and I remain the same
(CHORUS)