Buck 80 – C-Rayz Walz – letras

Got you[Chorus One]Yo where you at? Right here; what’d you spit? Light yearsI’m fresh – like a new pair of white AirsStay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladiesBuck 50, keep the change – here’s a buck 80[Chorus Two]Yo where you at? Right here; what’d you spit? Light yearsI’m fresh…Stay crazy, blaze daily; say babies, raise ladiesBuck 50, keep the change – here’s a buck 80Chicks dig how I spit it, ladies love the phlegmI don’t ball with none of y’all, I’m still above the rimsAnd the roundhouse kicks, had the streets, huggin these jimsDrop jewels, even fools be lovin the gems (dig it)Let’s get it on and poppin, and keep it activatedI hope you mean advanced, speakin on any plans rap-relatedI body my verses, rip the beat, shape itPress rewind, play it, say it, get me reincarnatedLike retards gettin pussy, I dumb in the cutYou wake up in jail cells, with a thumb in your buttYou ain’t a thug, I run the club with rum in the cupReady to rush your DJ, just to make your music jump (punk)That’s why I go to clubs with like ten beamsAnd the white mens I run with can’t jump, cause they own the teamAnd if you ain’t Kim, it seems you don’t know meI spit 16’s in your face like twin Colbys[Chorus One] – 2X[C-Rayz Walz]Chances get slim like {?}, that shapeshiftcause Snoop done wrecked +Gin & Juice+ like BET, and my Chi homeyWho’s fuckin with dis? Have you duckin the hitsLeave you stuck in desert with a bucket of piss (bitch)Sit in the passenger seat, while I’m crashin your JeepHot potato was the only way you herbs was passin the heat (c’mon son)You a mangina, and a prom queen-ahwho learn how to thug from fans and don divasThis is that Hell Rell shit, that spell well kidI snuff buildings, if I wanna sell bricksDeal with thick {?}, no time for fine dimesMy lines got +Big+ potential like I write for ShyneAnd I’m master of the cypher, Lord of the RingsAnd my third-eye blings, like +The Scorpion King+And that’s exactly what sounds funny seeCause next time I rap, it’ll be on the soundtrack for Mummy 3[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two][C-Rayz Walz]The game’s painstaking, I remain ancientClaims to have your dame dancin naked on ‘posin train stationsCats’ll push a button, mush ya wifey buttonNever mind your business, divine intervention’s when you butt inI don’t spit no more, I circle while at gamesQuick to give you barbed wire thongs for your granny pantiesYou bitch made, couldn’t stab a track with a switchbladeAfter you dictate, tell me how my dick tastePut 7 in your chest, if you owe them checksAnd I ain’t talkin ’bout the Clippers, leave your jersey a messI’m a veteran, respect me, my basic spitmake these young players better, like Jason KiddAnd if I’m gettin paper, it’s cause I’m rippin flavorI’m nice around the mic like the Wizard playersSpit a verse that deserve a replayGet on some humble shit like YO, GIVE IT UP FOR THE DJ[Chorus One] – 2X