| It’s like, herbs and crabs everywhere
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| People pissing on my album, yo I just didn’t care
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| They couldn’t understand, I couldn’t comprehend
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| These homeboys stopped calling me, we are not friends
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| Yeah I do guest spots with rappers and write joints for Victor Wooten
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| I’m disputing your cash Stash like Rasputin
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| Pure Bliss like Melvin, are all the reasons MFing
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| I’m the king, y’all brothers is getting vicked for your publishing
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| A lotta you rappers out here remind me of Stan Musial
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| You’re good at what you do but it’s not musical
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| I’m not mystical but I might confuse a few
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| You need to know that I’m much better than you
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| Better credit than you, greener letters than you
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| You and your crew coming through, ain’t to do but do You ain’t gonna scare me into liking you
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| Real thugs don’t rap, they key it up, t’all niggas is Theodore
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| Uh! |
| Your broad is a fraud, she be hitting rappers since
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| Latin Quarters, Wild Style, and Style Wars
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| Brothers be losing their life to have mass appeal
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| You keep it real on the streets, keep it real on the reels
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| All these crab niggas know the deal (Repeat 3x)
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| On the reels
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| Hey, DJ Premier rap talent, y’all act like you don’t know
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| Buckwild for self, y’all put it on at the Show
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| I nut on y’all beats, but this ain’t JuJu
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| Crazy likes Legs but I Rocks-Steady on your crew
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| Y’all on that Glamour and Glitz
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| While I’m all up in your ear like Q-Tip's doing a remix
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| This is nothing for the radio, y’all labels won’t jock me Fuck the music biz, I want my name with a marquee
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| This is soul food, Get Off That Bullshit please
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| I want extra greens, I brough Extra-P's
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| So keep on yapping, I’ll just wait til you’re finished
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| I’m still an A-sharp simmer, you a F-flat diminish
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| All these crab niggas know the deal (Repeat 3x)
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| On the reels
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| Rappers in videos and magazines sitting at the keys, but can’t find Middle C They seem to think cause they be wilding in the streets
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| They can fall off in the studio and make the illest beats
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| As if it ain’t no talent involved
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| I’ve been in Tenessee 8 years and still ain’t scared of none of y’all
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| Hey, Count Bass and I will never fall
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| You keep it real on the streets, keep it real on the reels
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| All these crab niggas know the deal (Repeat 3x)
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| On the reels
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| Word to mother, heard 'em fronting |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On The Reels , by - Count Bass D. Song from the album On The Reels, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп