Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bo Jackson, artist - Fashawn. Album song Boy Meets World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.10.2009
Record label: IAN Group
Song language: English
Bo Jackson |
| Yo Santiago! |
| What? |
| What’s up? |
| What’s up, Nothin' much |
| Chillin' in the cut |
| A bottle of Mickey’s and a dutch |
| How you feelin' Ex? |
| I’m chillin, high ceiling on the walls |
| Got a feelin, all of y’all |
| Feelin' us like feelin' balls |
| Pause! |
| Like cat feet, we smoke mad weed |
| Hashish, same outfit since last week |
| Trash beats, slang |
| Like hit chicks in back seats |
| Good looks and ask me Fas |
| You’re my dog, like Lassie |
| Light an incense |
| My million dollar windpipe expensive |
| I rip mics intensive |
| The nigga they like to mention |
| Alias ‘Fashawn', government is confidential |
| I’m type essential |
| Be upon my mental, strike the pencil |
| And in the notebook, there go a hundred jabs |
| No hook — Don’t need a punchline |
| I kick the shit to make you unwind |
| One rhyme will stimulate your mental state for certain |
| Ain’t even heard the second verse yet — shattered your work and… |
| I be lurkin' after dark with a pen that transcend |
| From the pad to your pad |
| Where you live, Graffiti mind |
| Rhyme great, to MPC, this dude MC |
| Get blindfold |
| Walk off the plank, the water’s empty |
| Simply, Fash bring the the floods and the flash |
| Like Hurricane Katrina when I grab a pen and pad |
| Hit the lab like a lick of difference, I don’t need a mask |
| I’m far from a pretender, on my grizzly |
| Need a millie in in the stash |
| See I’m the illest, feeling to high to the ceiling there |
| Maybe move this album from a thousand to a million |
| Coming from the Section Eight to Ten dealers there |
| Big titty feelers there, who want to eat some chips |
| I work potato chips, and then they suck a dick |
| But I choose to hit the skins, ‘cause the skins be hella thick |
| I be wasted on the block, peace to Coss |
| I’m faded coast to coast |
| I missed a sister hit her in the coochie |
| With the booty — no! |
| Kicks in the fetus |
| If you step on my Adidas |
| We gon' probably have to fight |
| Lucky I ain’t wear my Nikes |
| Coming from the far left |
| Can’t believe yall slept, over nearly everyone |
| Ask KRS: Knowledge, Respect, Survival |
| You already know the motto |
| You niggas couldn’t see me underwater wearing goggles |
| I squabble like a UFC, you blind to it |
| Hit you with a left, no hook, your eyes fluid |
| Black eyed, y’all knew it |
| Nike grabbed the mic, Fash and just do it! |
| Nah you just do it |
| No Fash you just do it |
| Yo Ex, just do it |
| : OK, grabbed the microphone and just threw it |
| And I caught it |
| Critics say he’s psychotic |
| Split personality, Shawn and Santiago |
| Raw so take caution at large |
| Make sure the doors shut and locked |
| Tonight, I’m turning rappers into martyrs |
| So Ex, just do it |
| Nah Fash, you just do it |
| Nah, you just do it |
| Nah, you just do it |
| Ayo, Ex — just do it |
| Nah Fash, you just do it |
| Ayo Brav — just do it |
| Ayo, Coss — just do it |
| U-N-I — just do it |
| Hey Blame — just do it |
| Ayo, Ev just do it |
| Aloe — just do it |
| Yo Heck — just do it |
| Yo Blu — just do it |
| Do it, do it, do it |
| Duet — this is the duet! |