Josh Pyke
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1 to the motherfuckin' 2 to the motherfuckin' 31, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go offWe came up from the bottom to the top started wit the rocksUsed to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watchTwo years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin' trashWe returned now to make you suffer like succotashRun up and the pump'll blast my niggaz is dopin'I'm the film in the camera nigga picture me rollin'Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple dailyWeeds no seeds call it Virgin MaryChevy they say we broke up(Oh, yeah)But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hairHold up Joe stop the songLetras de canciones(What)Field Mob the answer to the questionWhat if Big and Pac woulda got along?Put us on whoever song fast slow no facadeGetcha Bible check the credits Shawn go slow for GodWit that said I been blessed oh manThe chain red like a caffeine free Coke canSo damn the critics y'all really fakeWe got hotter 16s than than R. Kelly tapeMake cheddar when I grab the mic see when the Mob in townHoes go out in bad weather like a satelliteNever have to ask 'em twice do it for the fuck of itAnything pop a pill drink a lil suck a dickWho you wit fuck ya click stay in ya placeCharlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the face?(Slap)1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go offI swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I'mwarnin' yaI'm finna snap like turtle lips in a lakeWrap more than a Egyptianner ya rhymes are borin' usListenin' to you is like watchin' wet paint dryYa lyrics I bet they taste sweetStop spittin' them Kit-Kat candy bars and give me a breakpleaseStart writin' ya rhymes yaself as a matter of factHere's a mirror and a map go and find yaself'Cause you been fake you frontin' like you did time in thestate penBut really was a nerd at Penn StateCut the bullshit ya not a hustlerY'all remind me of where I rent my DVDs at y'all someblockbustersConfessin' like Usher soft as baby foodFixin to get us off the block like star 82Mad 'cause I'm comin' up and you ain't and I'm buyin' stuffthat you can'tI ain't 50 Cent but I got bucks in the bankAnd I got a million dollar dick bitch wood worth a lot ofcashIf I fuck her in the butt she have money out her assClaimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one bitchThe only hoes is the one you water ya lawn witTo you hoes that fuck for fun and the ones that fuck forfettiIf you ain't finna fuck Shawn then you ain't finna fuckChevyTo The Source like a groupie in love with Jordan JacksonVick Ervin and Tyson I want 5 mics man damn1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
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