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[Hook] So what you say y'all We don't play y'all And Kooley High is on the mic with no delay y'all So what you say y'all We don't play y'all In Carolina we be rhymin' all day dog [Verse 1: Tab-One] Hey yo, pass the M-I-C and see I might just make you love it Cause I been gettin' busy on the beat so you could bump it Now pump it Up another level 'til you feelin' it You say you want that real then homie chill cause I'm revealin' it Tab diggy killin' it Pressin' up the realest shit Try to lose something like recession to the dealership I'mma keep on drillin' it Like my name was Exxon Longer than a marathon, stronger than some Teflon Kooley like them fake fingernails the way we press on No longer will we linger homie we are next on Y'all can take some days off, like Bernie Madoff I'll be up in cinnies writing rhymes, watching playoffs Good escape from losing everyone on that chaos Got me feeling like Superman with his cape off Time to put it back on Give the people what they need Music with some faith to let them know they can proceed And as I live and breathe, that's how I'm doin' it 365, 24 sev, we movin' [Hook] [Verse 2: Charlie Smarts] Hey yo, pass the M-I-C cause I be spittin' for the public When I take a stand they say you could never budge it I love it We just come to pump your breaks so yield a bit And let me grab the wheel Them haters tires start to squeal and shit Charlie is brilliant You start me, I finish it Can't see me with the squint, I'm higher than a ceiling is We the illest from the bottom, but we comin' up Shut it up I don't have to wear them cuffs to toughen up What the fuck is up Nigga went from nothin' much to button ups Now ladies wanna shag like the hair on Snuffaluffagus They get a crush and pucker up But I ain't got no time cause I'm focused on the rich Cause they never suffer as much as us They be lackluster, I'mma be that black buster That can shoot off at the mouth like it was a gat buster We be rhymin' off top, hope that I never see the pen My driver never stop because I hold the key within' And everytime I leave, girls sayin' "let's meet again" But I'mma hit and run like Adrian Peterson [Hook] [Verse 3: Rapsody] Yo, pass the mic and you might love me, huh I ain't a 10? Well fuck it, Biggy was ugly But rhymes made dimes want the fat niggas So how you figure I can't run and get them fat figures? And be the topic of discussion on the tweety, huh Already done that, what I spit is for the needy, yeah Early out the gate like a cold bowl of Wheaties Woke up with a hunger for the mustard that I seedied, yeah Planted and grew like early day dew I got 'em wet, see they sweat both me and my crew All day, afternoon and all night too Gotta view like Miss Badu window seated on JetBlue Nobody touchin' me, I touch the sky Like cochise when I preach, hah, Cooley High Schoolin' niggas and be spikin' gamma geiges Steppin' up, you gotta do to reach this kooley fly Steppin' up, you gotta do to reach this kooley fly All day, all evening baby, all night, rap [Outro] All day y'all All day y'all All day
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