Lunch Money Gang - Classic - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

29.08.2012

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[Verse 1: Ralphy] Throwing up that west-side, thug life is what I’m repping RIP my nigga Pac you a muthafucking legend You pick the old leaders, nigga fuck who you elected Moving Big Daddy Kane boy but ain’t know how to step it I’m a menace to society All black shades looking like a hot commodity Niggas that ain’t gon’ body me I be bumping Tyler The Creator Hater I’m a skater tell em fuck niggas I’m grinding B And what you know about a classic? In school, I was the only one in my class-sick No doctor’s note, just a little ad-lib In the back of the class eating a bag of chips Prior to rapping and slacking I was no mathematician Just smart enough to know when I blow you no fraction of it Yea, I’m so immaculate - I am God body you are Lazarus [Hook] Cl-Classic shit Classic, Classic, classic [Verse 2: Kenny Wiz] Yo, high quality raps and dope flows From a hip hop soul I never know, where I’ma go But I’m on a road to a higher level I had a dream I was standing right by the devil Then I woke up I’ma be around like a muthafucking donut Talk to my mom, she just wanna see me blow up Fuck a record deal, I’ma do it on my own Earn the respect without any records being sold The world so cold but I got a hot flow Every line ill, somebody let the doc know Time over money on my tick-tock flow Jumping in the prowl like a muthafucking rock show Wordplay K the illest of the illy-ill Fuck the punch line, tell us how you really feel I be on my grind, trying to get a milli-mill ‘93 flow just to let ‘em know it’s really-real [Hook] [Verse 3: Fonzie] Grasp the flow, I do it so masterfull Have to know that I’m far from the average Joe Actual Lunch Money is the pass and go Three man weave, trying to make a basket though Classical - let me define that kind of rap Take you from a place where your mind at Lebron fact: when he first sign his contract He was ‘bout 6 NBA rings behind Shaq Made fine stats and a bunch of shine plaques Wasting years in a place he couldn’t get time back Trying to act like a ring ain’t important And ignored not wanting to leave when he supported Moving forward Miami made an outreach People mad about a speech, him taking his talents to South Beach I know haters hurt now - let the feeling linger Put your ring on and show it from your middle finger [Hook]
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