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Credits & Info

Date
09/30/2009
File Info
Song
3.5 MB
3 min 52 sec
Score
3.09 / 5.00

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Score:
Rated 3.09 / 5 stars
Plays & Downloads:
330 Plays | 34 Downloads
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Genres:
Hip Hop, Rap, R&B - Hip Hop - Modern
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Author Comments

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Beat: "Hands up" by Wild Child

Lyrics:
Let these words rock your body, and get down like a bank robbery, listen close cause I do this properly, am I the best? Well probably. I survive attacks with a block and a parry, bumpin off cats like in sorry. Let your mind take flight, see your body soaring, high above the sky with a look in your eye, and you cant help but smile, I know you love this, you a rapaphile, I spit sick shit, tastes like bile, my verses like sonic booms call me guile, aint no shame in loving this style, I can be funny or controversial like richard pryor. You in denial, that I should be admired, haters situations looking dire.
I'll engulf you and your squires like you paralyzed creatures and im a forest fire. On the real, i'd rather not resort to instilling fear, I'd rather chill you out my voice like ice in you're ear. How do I do that with my message so clear? I spit that smooth shit for y'all to hear.

It's that smooth shit that y'all love, like the sound of voices high above, and the thought of smoking herb in the club, no punks, no funk, that smooth shit that you love.
It's that smooth shit that y'all love, when you drink and you know you'd had enough, so you chillin with a shorty in the club, got junk, got funds, that smooth shit that you love.

It's like cruisin down the freeway, got a hot beat on replay, just got off work on friday, got big plans for you and your crew, you aint got shit to prove, got the right mentality no way you'll lose. Open it up with a gin and juice, turn on the tube, see my face smiling back, throw on the that fresh new suit with the red and black. Feels like a good night, you always know you got a knack. Run out the door with a fat sack, smoke a bowl in the ride, pop a tic tac, watch in your sideview as the black and white go flyin past. Damn forgot your celly, wait it's in the backpack, smile to yourself cause you feelin right, aint shit can touch your ass tonight, get that special confidence heading into the limelight, get yourself in the mood with that smooth shit real tight.

It's that smooth shit that y'all love, like the sound of voices high above, and the thought of smoking herb in the club, no punks, no funk, that smooth shit that you love.
It's that smooth shit that y'all love, when you drink and you know you'd had enough, so you chillin with a shorty in the club, got junk, got funds, that smooth shit that you love.

It's like when you walk past a lovely one with her fine ass, and you both look back and you get that coy smile sends a chill down your back, you know that shit be driving you wild, thinking crazy thoughts of you and her making love standing up single file. And as you walk at your pace you wonder if she's thinking the same way, but you know them ladies these days, thats some shit they would never betray to a stranger they ran into walking through the streets of downtown in midday. And as you scream hey! Hold the door, you get a glimpse of another one with that type of size that you adore, heads swimming like this could be true amor. Thoughts in the sky with fantasies of pussy galore, like a rap star out on world tour, everything seems simple black and white like film noir, Back at your desk you hit that bottle you keep stashed in the bottom drawer, rest of the day you daydream about what the future has in store. Got that smooth shit seeping out your pores.

It's that smooth shit that y'all love, like the sound of voices high above, and the thought of smoking herb in the club, no punks, no funk, that smooth shit that you love.
It's that smooth shit that y'all love, when you drink and you know you'd had enough, so you chillin with a shorty in the club, got junk, got funds, that smooth shit that you love.

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