[Styliztik Jones] Geah... it's magic... let's get it This is, vicious, bitches switches what I'm about Lyrics is fire physics and niggaz look out The 45 blows kisses aimed for yo' mouth You can't deny 'em my wishes ambitions Nigga naw never uh-uh am I fictitious See I'm Eddie Murphy "Raw" no tight-ass riches See these haters throw salt cause they superstitious When it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin fella So like Morton's Salt, I brought an umbrella That'll turn any mad dog into an Old Yeller I call him Magnum P.I. like T-a-Tom Selleck Nigga this is real life, youse a movie trailer If this "The Matrix" I'm the glitch, got Tha Liks in this bitch Styliztik's got the bitches takin flicks This that next level shit, good lookin E-Swift I'm tryin to take a piss, get off my dick!
[Chorus] Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up Do it all again 'til we all pass out Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up Do it all again 'til we all pass out - Pop the bottle, 'til we all pass out - Sip the skunk, 'til we all pass out - Drink it up, 'til we all pass out - Beat it up, 'til we all pass out
[J-Ro] Yeah, uh... yo J-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry Devils wanna kill me but they don't wanna martyr me I spit philosophy with maximum velocity Relaxin at the Oddysee I put it in the air, like apostrophes I'm livin out the prophecy Tha Liks will win the game like Monopoly Anything less is atrocity Cats get killed but not from curiosity Got somethin to make 'em back off of me Knick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink Fuck with me, I'll have you earlin in the sink I'm the type of nigga who be like, "Fuck yo' couch!" While I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout Here's a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop We too tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up You need a better show, I think you better let it go It's hardcore pimp but I got hustlin flows
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[Tash] It's it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat that got the bitches in the party feelin light on they feet I take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity Cause I've been rockin mics since Prince was fuckin Vanity Honk honk {*bleep bleep*} they bleepin out my cuss words My kids never see they think I'm cleaner than the suburbs Bustin is my life and you know I can't quit it I tried to pass the torch and Stylz lit a blunt with it Trippin, Likwit, Bishop Lamont All we hear around here is niggaz bitchin a lot I, show up or blow up cause my spot is wild Put a hundred fuckin down on my homeboy...
[Bishop Lamont] Styliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous Trippin, pissin on all your city monuments Hittin chicks from all the different continents Gettin lifted, crime we call it condiments Niggaz that I'm with is young black and prominent Gun packin dominant, we run with the obvious Wolfpack rush, better run like you're Donovan Or niggaz'll crack your head like they tryin to cook omelettes Dressed in all black, everybody look synonymous Back of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate Automatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin Sit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin Matter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon The cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin I'm an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free Just skeez another on the breeze
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