De La Soul, Tha Alkaholiks, Xzibit - My Writes lyrics

Yo, who hold guns and rock
Ice bigger than life
Got bitches throwin' they drawers on
Stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, piss an MC
Love money like I love my moms
Love my nigga Com Sense when he bang
Dents all up in they wallets
Wall to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since eighty-nine
So y'all are fuckin the same hoes
Who used to be mine

And I've been waitin' three summers
To rhyme alongside my people
Rico, De La, inject you with the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you
Thought CaTash was slippin'
Then put that drink down
You drunk off what you sippin'
CaTash put the dip in dip dive socialize
Fuck around with me and next
You'll find yo' crib burglarized

Yo, you better recognize and
Try to analyze this
Hand over fist - how can a
Man act like a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his crew
Yo get rid of the niggas before
The same thing happen to you

And they'll leave your ass sticky like glue
Blood leakin' out, girls freakin' out
Motherfuckin' cops tweakin' out
Got you on your knees like a freak
Jugglin' deez nuts
Smugglin' these cuts from SC, you best be-
-lieve there's no web or weave a net
We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

What you know about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak
What's tight?
And what you know about an off night? (uhh)
What you know about niggas
Frontin for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights?
(gun fights) got a nigga duckin while
Them girls show fright
What you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)

Yeah, yeah, look
I'm Samson without Delilah, the sole survivor
The drunk driver that rolls straight
Take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family
Wash it down with alcohol
My celly's a Desert Eagle for all
The fuckin shots I call
My niggas gotta ball, never settle for less
Heavy metal
Heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's time
For you to roll somethin' one false move
And we gon' beat you like you stole somethin'

Yo these styles I kick should
Be called Bic raps drawin' the pussy out the
Nigga after my prize, cause I won it
They stomach what I throw
They know I'm right for they diet
They librarian flow keeps the
Party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I gain
But the fact that I spit 'em
Makes me cherish the name
So pass the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it from home to LA
With connectin flights to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up Black & Tan in the back of a van
I learned as a young man - long trip
Piss in a can gettin' a house for two grand
Now you got your own land
Let your mind expand, every day have a plan
Ro-Gram is rare earth, swingin' Black Tarzan
You got to live with the
Cards dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like Peter Pan, like Sly
Take a Stand and go "Uptown Saturday Night"
Like Geechie Dan

I keep it dirty like under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like Uncle Red ayo, well hella poo-poo
Dirty brown Likwit flow thicker
Than the Yoo-Hoo
Dirt you dishin' out, chef tellin it all
Face down in the dirt, doin' my dirty work
Expert, tryin' to regulate my network
Head jerk, spice it with rice, stiff with it
If they ask who cut the grit's
I'ma say E-Swift did it

What you know about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak
What's tight?
And what you know about an off night?
(What you know?) what you know about niggas
Frontin' for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights?
(I don't know) got a nigga duckin while
Them girls show fright
What you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)

And I've been known to get it on
Past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your grill and
Leave "Potholes in Yo' Lawn"
(C'mon) You makin' diss songs? Spit
That rhyme my way
I can shut y'all niggas down like the Y-2-K
I did a tour in ninety-four with
De La Soul and Tribe we on the same vibe
Cause real niggas coincide
("Right-right-right") The situation
Is drastic but see songs like these is
Why this album goin' classic

This is for the DJ, bring it back one time
I drop bombs like when my
Moms told me to rhyme
I'm old school like my dad is
So add this, to your collect', Plug Won
Who the baddest?

Ayo we theme park status
Upstage these niggas like Gladys
Them little Pips, they done tripped the wire
Blamin' they legs
While I'm claimin' these tunes
In this we'll stay down like
Seats found in sorority bathrooms

Yeah - we flat out classic
Separate the real from the plastic
And I ain't gotta say no names
Play no games, hit the switches
Crack the frame
Show no shame or fuck it all up
Take the blame
Brand name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower success is mind over muscle
Grind til the wheels fall off
Accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost
Addicted to floss
Nailed to the cross it's time to return
My only concern is makin'
Sure that Hollywood burn
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground
Trick-ass niggas is all up in the game and
Don't deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back
De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that
And what you know about us droppin' ya
And leavin' you with half a face
Like the Phantom of the Opera?

What you know about my writes? (my writes)
What you know about what's weak
What's tight?
And what you know about an off night? (Uhh)
What you know about niggas
Frontin' for the light?
And what you know about them gun fights?
(Gun fights, baby) got a nigga duckin while
Them girls show fright
What you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my writes? (my writes)

You got the right to shut the fuck up