There's Not a Problem My Squad Can't Fix
Come on, yeahVillain, come onAiight, I got this side right here
Take the side right thereGonna do this, Busta bustCome on, aiightCome onVerse 1:
Pause, to the wallWith the dirty dog, will rap ya'll
If you aint with the bike, crotchTill I break your jawBeen tryin to knock us
Tryin to kill or stop usJack or pop usBusta bust, they fakin
The cake is for the takinWhy they run in their face?I'm lettin the plan bake
Formulate, now look at the plotWe got more and more shit that's hot
Show the rock, spot, clock or knockNigga da hole pot, ready or not?
We coming, natchin every number
With your hoe in da Benz o, dumba like a motherfucker (Busta comes in)Verse 2:
You can be my ladyYou can even be my lolli pop sucka
The road long coming like the mad trucka
Lot of jealous niggas lookin funnier than Chris TuckerGod bless, oh yes
I stay fresh, full of finesseMy congress, show progress
Stylist, hit you with tha shit to digest
And this rhyme shit we be some of the world's finestYour highness
Leaving corny niggas spineless
Attack it with the classic rhyme flow timeless ( Ha Ha )Chorus:
Not a problem my squad can't fixWe can do it in the mix
When your niggas talk trashYour forget to bust ass
Cause you know we don't fuck aroundWhen your niggas talk shit
Lay ya six feet under ground Ground, gro, gro, gro, gro
When your niggas talk shitLay ya six feet under ground
Ground, gro, gro, gro, groVerse 3:This is how we ride
Throw your hands from side to sideIt's party timeAnd don't forget to get yours
Cause I'm a get mine (Who dat?)The villainTill I'm peelin a millionRidin dirty
And bustin like thirty thirtyTill when I get inKnowin that the shit is fucked
I'm still here to winCheddaIf you aint a pilot than I think you better
Hang a little What you got?A sweater manMy nigga my life so cut like Kain
Real rawYa'll don't know shit about JamalOr what I'm in it for
Cash cards, fly whores and toursFillin my plate with no mess to no limits
The mother once in itHas since froze frigidBallers and gimicksDick lickin
Chasin chickensI match for the cash with the clickinGrippin sho'Then I'm dippin
Into whippinHigh trippinVerse 4:Why you niggas hopping and skipping
I stick to clippinYo, accelerate on the gasMove fast, blast!
Find a nigga foot in your assColorful niggas let's keep the whole contrast
Flipmode is tha squad a news flash, bustin shit upWhat the fuck? Nigga get up
Violate, niggas get their whole shit lit upBreak fool, niggas know the rules
Rap jewels, champagne bath, no more, we in the pool
Nigga caught a motherfuckin strain on the brainRidin on the train
I'm a whip a Benz in tha rainOversize click, on the riseSo realize
We be dem niggas that eat up all you funny little small friesThe franchise
Flipmode damagin all you fall guysYo I'm tired of niggas they full of true lies
No timeWe got the right surpriseNeed a new beginningNeed to get a baptise
You need to get a baptiseWord is bondChorus
Just party to tha shit like this come on
Just bounce to tha muthafuckin beat come on
Niggas don't know my brand new song come onHear me out ya'll uhFeel my shit
Come on bounce What the fuck?
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歡迎蒞臨台大PTT的百變女王Madonna版 ◣
Madonna isn't your fantasy
Madonna isn't Queen of Pop
Madonna is the Great Goddess
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