Blakroc
Dollaz & Sense
Jea, JaZip, Zag, Zig, Zing, uhZoom, Zag, Zig, uhUh, yeah, this is very scaryThis is, this is, this is not the very ordinaryLike Tony Starks man we throw your ass in the Cobra ClutchYour man watch as your whole head opens upSober up, niggy, it's the Bob DigiWe throw darts in the air that float like a frisbeeMy neck is frostbitten, glass wouldn't teach meLove my wares but y'all thug niggas miss meI'm bionic, my chronic draw the Digi-juiceMy fist stacks is bruce you better call the jukesNo excuse the black man must stand upTime to make the Wu sign throw both of y'all hands upYou see me in a Maserati GranTurismoUp in the club my beat got more sub than QuiznoMama that's the business I'ma a get thisGive me ten digitsFuck that before I quit thisWalk in the prise of a purseIf it don't make it dollas, nigga, then it don't make senseIf it don't make dollas, then it don't make senseIf it don't make dollas, then it don't make senseLetras de cancionesNo, no, it don't make senseShake it out one timeMarch in here everywhereI see dead people when I spit with my sixth senseMy sixteens are sick sentences that make senseWhich means they inflict pain that's intenseI got brains backstage I been rhymin' sick sinceSing a song of sixpencePockets full of rhymeThe road is I'm known 'til I dieTorches, switchblades, and pockmarked skyMy shades is black my boots is flyRock 'n' roll I lose controlFuck the white ones, The Black Keys got so much soulWhile you come off of the benchIf it don't make dollas then it don't make senseIf it don't make dollas then it don't make senseDog, If it don't make dollas then it don't make senseDog, It needs to make senseIf it don't make dollas then it don't make senseIf it don't make dollas then it don't make senseIf it don't make dollas then it don't make senseNo, no, it don't make senseIf it don't make dollas then it don't make senseIf it don't make dollas mama don' t make no senseYeah
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