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Yo, stop frontin' (Yeah) And use your head, let's go Clap with the O'Toole Tre Deuce, that take you back to the old school Pain that is raw, Rudy, rap, and gin, uh If Kane battled raw, Kool G Rap would win Better than most, veteran spoke the truth In the booth, little youth need boots I'm loadin' the four, homie Gun son niggas now go to the store for me, haha No doubt, Sean is the veteran, better than most out, most out Better B-boy Beam me up Scottie, this shotty's for Leonard Nimoy Sell crack in Iraq, that's the desert D-boy Pocketless sweatpants, dammit the man Leroy (Leroy) Rap rules peasants Pa, I'm gettin' the, ah, the Black Bone record, P Yo, stop frontin', and use your head Yo, stop frontin', and use your head Yo, stop, stop, stop frontin' Yo-yo, stop, stop frontin' Yo, stop, stop frontin' and use your head-head Bruh, your whole life's a letdown Letras de cancionesYour dawgs call you a bitch, bitches don't call you Rats call you a snitch, snitches call you connect Your baby mom's a street bum who still calls collect (Hello?) Vamps bite, wolves take chunks from my neck You Twilight, I'm Michael J. Fox in his prime Cujo flow for niggas slobberin' and barkin' Sandlot, Bambino's ballin' a beast (Beast) Shittin' on your plans to walk the yard where we eat Roshambo your kids, airbag your seats, pricks Still cop nicks to smoke these High grade when hittin' it works like old cheese You be at the liquor store sellin' burned DVDs My life cold as ice, Rick James, Teena Marie Used to be the smart guy, T. Mowry Now you caught me, turn to be test for Maury, P Yo, stop frontin', and use your head Yo, stop frontin', and use your head Yo, stop, stop, stop frontin' Y-yo, stop, stop frontin' Yo, stop, stop frontin' and use your head Yo, the opera anthem, shots are random, opps were standard The gold package a old rapper with tantrums Can't be dumb, handfuls of chrysanthemums All linen, lookin' like women P a vet, grow hair out, it's a Chia Pet We expect you to dress just like Madia, yep Uh, Denaun shook ya ego Slave to the rhythm, peep the god book of negroes Deploy the fashion Wack dresses, shit that's tattered, Latoya Jackson Rap solely with the fam' Smoked out, broke, ravioli in the can Two cans of pink salmon Take the bones out, the chromes out them like Malcolm (That's a negro that's out of his mind) Seen flow developin' Bank flow low though, Franco-American, uh American Werewolf in London Lookin' for The Beatles and dressin' like Don Cheadle, P Go, go, go, go Ho, hey, ho, hey From Letras Mania