Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Ultimate Collaboration, artist - Foesum. Album song Perfection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.03.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
The Ultimate Collaboration |
Let me unleash the devastation |
Shit is in motion just like full automation |
Hardcore rhymes with the mind of a killa |
Filipino G, I bring heat like Godzilla |
Game begins with straight juice from the Twinz |
Got lost in the mix, fuck it, now I’m all in |
West Coast beats so hit the ground |
Cuz when it bumps you know some shit’s going down |
So now they label me that criminal nigga thats down to bust |
To spread and handle with niggas and straight kick up dust |
Layin low with the homeys I can’t see no mark |
When ya rollin wit the Dubb and blazin blunts at the park |
I see my cousin Wayniac ridin low in the cutty |
Come and scoop me up cuz I’m feelin kinda nutty |
So blaze up the smoke as we roll with the Loccs |
With that G Funk family, we ain’t no joke |
Plottin and we ridin, dippin and we slidin |
Headin to the Poly Apartments, the Eastside |
Cough full of dank and so we’re settin in gin |
So let me pass the conversation to my nigga Twin |
Guess who’s comin to dinner |
Wayniac and Tripp dont miss the dish served by this winner |
Remember 1st Round Draft Pick was the shit |
That we spit, when conflict got dealt with (the help hit it) |
Its lit now get where you belong |
So hard to face that we goin, goin gone |
Rider won’t get can’t break me, dont try to shake me |
Cuz in my eyes is what I call achy breaky (watch out) |
My heart dont pump no kind of weakness |
See shit for what it really is, no time to play with kids |
Cuz you ain’t got a lot of kick it |
Just stay down with my niggas from the Foe as we get liquid |
Now its past as I get my money, niggas tryin to plot |
Multiple G’s ain’t with Locc gettin paid by the knot |
Round the clock, hoes jock |
But I put that rat to wizzork |
Off to the next phase, hope her feelings hurtin |
As I ride on by, I get back, competition is the money |
And Tripp ain’t goin out like a dummy |
As I move along, agree that life is so hard |
On a nigga like the PAC say |
Steak and pose to have it my way |
Thee only way to fly |
As high as you can take it |
Foesum and the Twinz make a statement |
So recognize as we hit you without a doubt |
Tripp G Funkin and I’m out |
G-Funk Era, starin in the mirror |
Foesum and the Twinz now its gettin much clearer |
Picture this situation shown and I’m stranded |
No takin the Dubb for granted plus you still wouldn’t understand it |
Now I done took some criticism back in the days |
When we was layin flat broke up on MLK |
So face the consequences as the G bells in |
I got your front and back so put it down M&M |
I’m bringin up the tre Dubb make a quick getaway |
Fellas runnin ya suthers and prepare for the malay |
Clear the airwaves, I’m a blast off like NASA |
You better move quick, cuz dont wanna mess up a total disaster |
Pumpin the rappers' fees that no other would really consider |
Blowin up, hoein em and goin until my lips start to blister |
Fessin em ain’t messin the lesson up on in them |
I’m puttin opponents to the test |
Twistin ain’t listenin when I’m givin em this mission |
And put yo ass to rest yo |
Quicker than quick and lickity split I’m blowin em out of my windpipe |
Just meddle and betters and devils could deal in all a lyrical pimpfight |
I vary that dare me and styles may very to show I am the greatest |
Preliminaries I wouldn’t be serious, so dont even try to fade this |
Swingin em, bringin them thangs when I’m droppin them doggs on you |
I’m stoppin and mobbin on my opponents like I’m a fuckin bulldozer |
The station you makin a takin it like a joint you get smoked |
I’m shakin em, fakin em, breakin em down, fuck it case closed |
Dont test, the original lude style see |
Foesum, Wayniac, Tripp Locc. |