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Like This

I used to be quick and mean, but that all changed
Thanks to the mickey d’s and the sticky green
Plus the nicotine but I still parlé
I had a tongue that moved faster than the left car lane
So when smacked by the glove I had to deliver
Show vigeur and prove that I rap for the love
Man I gotta hand it to me
I could rap about nuthin' at all and get the the whole damn planet movin'
Anything from chopped vegetables
To cops friskin' you att rock festivals
Embedded in flows tight like this
Stick out like cowboys in sci-fi flicks
The rhymes i spit always tasters choice (r)
Like sippin' Mai Tai drinks in a lazyboy
I just sit there…
To all the weedheads burnin' their last piece of hash
All the hustlers workin' the backstreets for cash
All the speakers that bump my shit
Do it 'cause they know it goes just like this
How do we do it in the south man?, just like this
And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this
How do we do it in the south man?, just like this
With Moes fingers on the bass and trebble
We raise the levels and chase the devil
Out of space you know the fire burn
Had to call up Max get that iron shirt
I rhyme with words so high that i fly to work
Just hit the studio and write a werse
Get in the booth flip it in overdrive
Grab the mic and kick it like Cobra Kai
Like Grover Wash did Mr. Magic man
I gotta serve’em with an instant classic
Sort of like soda pop when mixed with acid
Sweet and pschadelic for the ignorant masses
Man, there ain’t no stoppin' me
I blaze the broccoli laced with poppy seeds
Breathe in, exhale on top of beats
And make your whole repertoir sound obsolete…
To all the gamblers that love to throw dice
All the lowlife that still rock that old spice
All the speakers that bump my shit
Do it 'cause they know it goes just like this
How do we do it in the south man?, just like this
And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this
How do we do it in the south man?, just like this
I dip in the stash box the stickiest hasch blocks
Are from Afghanistan the sticks are from Bangkok
I told you before, I c-c-c-can't stop
This dawg gotta wiff of the sizzeling lamb chops
And you don’t wanna hear this hungry hound man
Runnin' around you with a stomach growlin'
Better keep it to the undergound and
Check me out when I come to town
To all the weedheads burnin' their last piece of hash
All the hustlers workin' the backstreets for cash
All the speakers that bump my shit
Do it 'cause they know it goes just like this
How do we do it in the south man?, just like this
And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this
How do we do it in the south man?, just like this
To all the gamblers that love to throw dice
All the lowlife that still rock that old spice
All the speakers that bump my shit
Do it 'cause they know it goes just like this
How do we do it in the south man?, just like this
And when my crew is in the house it goes just like this
How do we do it in the south man?, just like this