Black Kent, Bishop Lamont - Pass That lyrics
[Black Kent, Bishop Lamont - Pass That lyrics]
Yeah turn the mic' on
Mic is on, alright
I feel like doing my thing on that one
Can I do my thing? Yes I can
Yeah, turn the mothafucking lights on
Yeah and like pass that rubber rubber
Mommy wobble wobble going down undercover
How could dumb dummy black
Be the lover's lover
And I'm the hater's lover
Little pretty motherfucker
Thats how they call a brother
And I brawl a brother
Your mama wants to love him man
Your lady wants to fuck him
And I'm barely joking with the mic dude
And I'm barely choking
Got yo bitches' legs very open
And that's very often
I don't mean to b-b-brag but I got
A hashish team for every hoven
And I shine two
Most of my niggas wear black masks
They don't give a fuck about swine flu
I used to be the nigga
Dreamin about the television
Now he is gone and you better beat him
And I’m working on this beat by Dre
In them beats by Dre
And I’m trying to get a beat by dre, fuck it
Roll that shit light that shit
Smoke that shit pass that motherfucker
Get that shit speak that homie
Let me hit that shit pass that mothafucker
Mr wordsmith spit the words which
Saliva found the surface
Pit stocks take a forecast
Surgeon have the surgery
You come out of line your best
Punch lines from your best verses
I’m still shitting on fools even if
I spit my word shit
Syrup gimme a turp better than turpentine
In layman’s I lay niggas down with one rhyme
Because i don’t want you faggots on my dick
There’s two reasons to be afraid:
Bitches and Black Kent
Two reasons don’t act crazy with
These guns in my clique
See I don’t get caught by that VI shit
I shoot a silent movie?
Uh uh I ain't playing mothafuckers
I got three cannons big as Jonas Brothers
Afraid is the rage then slit
Throats and graze you
I hate you niggas fuck it I guess I'm racist
Cali and the VA shit nigga we made shit
Roll that shit light that shit
Smoke that shit pass that motherfucker
Get that shit speak that homie
Let me hit that shit pass that mothafucker
Mic is on, alright
I feel like doing my thing on that one
Can I do my thing? Yes I can
Yeah, turn the mothafucking lights on
Yeah and like pass that rubber rubber
Mommy wobble wobble going down undercover
How could dumb dummy black
Be the lover's lover
And I'm the hater's lover
Little pretty motherfucker
Thats how they call a brother
And I brawl a brother
Your mama wants to love him man
Your lady wants to fuck him
And I'm barely joking with the mic dude
And I'm barely choking
Got yo bitches' legs very open
And that's very often
I don't mean to b-b-brag but I got
A hashish team for every hoven
And I shine two
Most of my niggas wear black masks
They don't give a fuck about swine flu
I used to be the nigga
Dreamin about the television
Now he is gone and you better beat him
And I’m working on this beat by Dre
In them beats by Dre
And I’m trying to get a beat by dre, fuck it
Roll that shit light that shit
Smoke that shit pass that motherfucker
Get that shit speak that homie
Let me hit that shit pass that mothafucker
Mr wordsmith spit the words which
Saliva found the surface
Pit stocks take a forecast
Surgeon have the surgery
You come out of line your best
Punch lines from your best verses
I’m still shitting on fools even if
I spit my word shit
Syrup gimme a turp better than turpentine
In layman’s I lay niggas down with one rhyme
Because i don’t want you faggots on my dick
There’s two reasons to be afraid:
Bitches and Black Kent
Two reasons don’t act crazy with
These guns in my clique
See I don’t get caught by that VI shit
I shoot a silent movie?
Uh uh I ain't playing mothafuckers
I got three cannons big as Jonas Brothers
Afraid is the rage then slit
Throats and graze you
I hate you niggas fuck it I guess I'm racist
Cali and the VA shit nigga we made shit
Roll that shit light that shit
Smoke that shit pass that motherfucker
Get that shit speak that homie
Let me hit that shit pass that mothafucker