Bars & Hooks

La Musica De Harry Fraud... [Hook - The Incomparable Shakespeare] It's all about bars and hooks We in the 'hood with cop cars and crooks We keep it movin', though It's all about bars and hooks We in the 'hood with cop cars and crooks We keep it movin', though It's all about bars and hooks We in the 'hood with cop cars and crooks We keep it movin', though We keep it movin', though We keep it movin', though We keep it movin', though [Verse 1 - Sean Price] Man, you cats ain't slick and your raps ain't shit I ain't been the same since I ate paint chips Amazing how I rip and ride reckless Record a song and I'm gone - Slip-N-Slide Records Duck Down is the label - Ruck down is the label Everything I drop - score, touchdown for the label Now back to the point of the record I ran a red light, the cops put a point on my record What the fuck am I talkin' 'bout? Excessive E pills give you Christopher Walkin mouth Don't rap and chew bubblegum Big-ass gat, when I clap I do trouble, son Merked for your chain, talk tough, turbulent slang Spit crack, and I ain't talkin' 'bout workin' for Wayne I'm talkin' 'bout the earth and the rain, the moon and the stars Talkin' 'bout the jerks in the game, you know who you are [Hook] [Verse 2 - AWKWORD] Man, you thugs ain't tough and your raps ain't touch I ain't been the same since I drank them drugs Amazing how I spit on a record - it go "POW!" Amazing how you shit on a record - it slow down Now pick it back up, we can start where we started at I spit for fiends, the generation of Starter caps Can't rock tight jeans, never a thought of that You ain't make me - Monday morning quarterback I've been one with the streets, fuck would I lie 'bout? Excessive Viagra, Donatella Versace mouth Bastard... (don't rap and chew bubblegum) Insomniac - I swing the bat when the trouble come Ain't talkin' 'bout you, son, this is bigger than one star I'm talkin' moon, tides, gods, bigger-than-Earth bars I'm talkin' 'bout the talkers, who don't work hard All the jerks in the game, we know who you are [Hook] [Verse 3 - The Kid Daytona] Man, your flow's Fugazi, you should never rap again I ain't been the same since I fucked my first African 5'10, fluent in Arabic when she flew in Red-flagging her, same last name as who flew them planes And crashed 'em all, into the World Trade Her uncle sold a fake Louis in front of Pearl Paint This sure ain't, what life was like in the Bronx Reminiscing on days, we broke, night in the park And just seein' fiends smokin' out Excessive crack rock give you Malik Yoba mouth Little stories you wrote about Over stoves and coffee pots, never no Folgers out Yeah - need to hold ' em out, no shorts, hold it down Industry funny style, can't avoid clowns Embarrassed to say, I know some of y'all Fuckin' faggots in the game, we know who you are [Hook]