Quelle Chris
Down Down Bb
You could search the city for millions of years
You ain't finding nothing like me though many
People wanna be the villain, appears tell me
Will you really fight me though?
Oh i ain't think so, damn
But i bet they still wanna put up the hands
Cuz the song slap, bet they wanna dance
Why hold back? This is ya chance
I'm all that, this is a ten up ya ass
Wan' feel up, the gas just build up
I peel up, my heel up ya ass
A real one, we kill em and feel numb to that
Bill em and send em to pick up the slack, Guy's ill
I knew you couldn't handle the chill
How bout I hand you some NY-quil
Blew his lid, I told that man to spill
Blue or red? c'mon you choose the pill
Do you want less or total unconcealed me?
Rude, the eerie, ludicrous, the real me?
Type of bitch to really buss ya head
The one with smoke forreal, the spliff is dead

Lemme get the rhythm of the head
Lemme get the rhythm of ya feet
You already know that I be high dog
You ain't holding nothing over me
Lemme get the rhythm of ya hands
Lemme get the rhythm of ya feet
You already know that I be high dog
You ain't holding nothing over me
Lemme get the rhythm of ya hands
Lemme get the rhythm of ya feet
You already know that I be high dog
You ain't holding nothing over me
You ain't holding nothing over me
You ain't holding nothing over me
You ain't holding nothing over me
Let's get the rhythm of the head ding dong
Can't catch the rhythm of the beat? be gone
I been oG like since eons. Y'all weak. negro please. Peons
I put both feet in each recipe
But will slap the taste back out for free
I act up like cephus and reesie
I got previews, reviews and receipts
Cool. Put that bs to ease. Say less g. ESP
I don't fuck wit no fuck shit capish
I ride high capris. stay fresh caprese. Ooh wee
Don't let ya pride get you geeked. Laid out flat 2D
My dogs walk and talk it scoobie
We up popping off while you sleep
Please take a seat mon ami

You ain't holding nothing over me
You ain't holding nothing over me