Blao! (OG Mix)

[Verse One: Fabolous] You're lookin' at the rookie rapper With a years biggest itcha rows Yeah this nigga switch his flows Yeah I dig and switch his hoes Hear them niggas snitch to po's Where a nigga pitch his blow And how my hustle gross is near that nigga Richard Po's I share my figures with the hoes I'm where the digger stitch his clothes It's ghetto F.A.B.O.L.O.U.S I got street legend, fame I'm the kid known to put the Colt to a bredren's frame Like he's Edgerrin James Y'all stash guns I carry 'em on my waist Ya part time piece Aquarium interface The hood rat Hugh Heff, loungin' on ya in the Rolls The project Playmates, around the corner centerfolds I'm constant hated Listen to the nonsense stated But niggas can't shit on me like they constipated I briefly conversated These doors sittin' on ten times two Mami what's so complicated? Ya heard? [Hook] [Hot Karl] Blao! Explosion, game on lock Hotness, drop this, it's that sick hip hop It's like blao! [Fabolous] I'm a coast to coast G, keep the toaster closely So duck deez motherfucker Blao! [Redman] Said it before, ready for war With my sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump, pump Blao! [Hot Karl] Collabo, asshole, you can't talk Wanna make it gutter I can throw you off the sidewalk [Verse Two: Hot Karl] Why you talking shit kid? You know nothing about me I'm another bad creation like Michael Bivins found me You doubt me? C'mon, all your lyrics are absurd And stupid like J-Lo spittin' the N-word Cause as far as gettin' violent I don't really go there But test me lyrically and I'll get gangsta outta nowhere Just point 'em out and I'm down to go get 'em Cause most rappers says stupider lines than Ralph Wiggum And continually flow the same style It's all boring While I kick shit that's sick like Alonzo Mourning I'm still not sure why other rappers keep trying it They're like Michael Jackson new album: I'm not buying it Keep denying it I'm on some Jason Sehorn shit Some pretty boy shit So you surprised when you get bit I don't really care if my records start selling Matter of fact, I'm sick of rapping Clue, start yelling [Hook] [Hot Karl] Blao! Explosion, game on lock Hotness, drop this, it's that sick hip hop It's like blao! [Fabolous] I'm a coast to coast G, keep the toaster closely So duck deez motherfucker Blao! [Redman] Said it before, ready for war With my sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump, pump Blao! [Hot Karl] Collabo, asshole, you can't talk Wanna make it gutter I can throw you off the sidewalk [Verse Three: Redman] Yo Doc, pee on your floor I'mma be on the whore Till she knocked out, then I take a G out her drawer I'm a thief, on the streets you might be in the morgue Doin' a chicken of course, I take a key out a Porsche-ah Box 'em in claustrophobic I'm a pro y'all, know this When sensing y'all controllers Grown men is talkin' This the fast lane, move over to the margin It's over when I walk in "Doctor" on my license plate The front of my truck resembles Mike Tyson face When I pull up to the club, the buildin' shake Hoes start runnin' out Niggas start runnin' mouth I'mma bolt the door and security the area Got! We molt floors to secure the Dillinger Yo Doc! You want war, I'll be sure to bury ya The more the merrier, but your [Hook] [Hot Karl] Blao! Explosion, game on lock Hotness, drop this, it's that sick hip hop It's like blao! [Fabolous] I'm a coast to coast G, keep the toaster closely So duck deez motherfucker Blao! [Redman] Said it before, ready for war With my sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump, pump Blao! [Hot Karl] Collabo, asshole, you can't talk Wanna make it gutter I can throw you off the sidewalk Blao! Explosion, game on lock Hotness, drop this, it's that sick hip hop It's like blao! [Fabolous] I'm a coast to coast G, keep the toaster closely So duck deez motherfucker Blao! [Redman] Said it before, ready for war With my sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump, pump Blao! [Hot Karl] Collabo, asshole, you can't talk Wanna make it gutter I can throw you off the sidewalk