| Yo look clown I come through bully down
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| Keep thinkin that you hard take a look around
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| I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain
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| And when it go down my hoes do the same thing
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| We all in the same game, we all willin to bang
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| Ain’t nobody going against the grain, so take aim
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| B.R.'s evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real
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| You rather bet’cha life than face me
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| I mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee
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| Black the feindest, this title I hold I won’t relinquish
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| And this type shit you shouldn’t sting wish
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| And one phone call and I’ll extinquish, I mean this you seen this
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| Blue steel fo-fo the caliber, Excalibur, Im’a destroy my next challenger
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| B. Rob high post MC, quick to spray Raid on the roach MC
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| So don’t be apporachin me without the cross and rosary
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| Who this nigga 'pose to be, I blast him in the open beef
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| Damn Black, how you do that der?
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| 'Cuz we.dont.care, I’ll take 'em there
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| Chorus: Jennifer Lopez
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| Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
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| Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro (I'll take 'em there)
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| Last night I realized I’m dreaming
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| Too late now, guess I’ll finish what I started baby
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| Y’all niggas heard the first verse no doubt shit bangin
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| Verse two make sure none of y’all left hangin
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| Got honies lovin this shit too, one wit’choo
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| Long as you know my pants don’t fit’choo
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| Money good look, understand why he shook
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| Shit I’m rich, face all up in the Guiness Book
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| Check, all the records I set, its major
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| Check, that the sets I wreck with flavor
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| Fuck that cajun, guns stay bond cock
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| ?Boiler on lock? |
| hold shit down like Fort Knox
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| Man, knock the rhyme unorthadox
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| What’cha barely understand, shit I deal with the L.O.X
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| Give me the props, Im tryin set a mark this year
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| And bring the equipment out to the parks this year
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| So y’all could see how it used to be
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| I’m lookin towards the future see
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| Black here to stay, its time y’all got used to me
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| Puff said Black ain’t tryin to fit in
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| Up and down the coast can’t count the spots I’ve been in
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| Put’cha bid in
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| Chours
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| I hit a ??? |
| if my name was Teddy Bender
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| Hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blenda'
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| I want ch’all to feel hardcore, nothin tenda'
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| Blessed this mic for as long as I remember
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| Y’all can’t see the Rob, uh-uhh, y’all must be stupid
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| If I owe Shawn Combs any money then I recouped it
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| I looped it, this fly shit from? |
| Nebogada?
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| Me and Yogi and Hard Pierre from You Dont Know Me
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| I dare you to come against me, run against me
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| Use your gun against me, you finito, finished
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| I’ve seen wild cats diminished, foldin for, Bad Boy’s known to ball
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| Internationally, I’m sayin actually
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| I have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casually
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| So, prepare yourself for the storm, Nineteen-nine-nine its on
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| And I’m just gettin warm |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spanish Fly , by - Black Rob. Song from the album Life Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп