DJ Kay Slay - Rolling 200 Deep III (feat. Cassidy, King Flo, The Original Spindarella, Cory Gunz, KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz, Lil Fame, Billy Danze, Coke La Rock) lyrics
DJ Kay Slay [Keith Grayson] New York, U.S.
[DJ Kay Slay - Rolling 200 Deep III feat. Cassidy, King Flo, The Original Spindarella, Cory Gunz, KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz, Lil Fame, Billy Danze, Coke La Rock lyrics]
When niggas get all gas and pumped up like an Exxon
With negativity I'ma get at 'em like electrons
If my ratchet joined a YouTube movement
It'd be hard to dispute it 'cause I sexually molest mine
And if it's money on your head then a can pop
The damn Glock in my hand cock when the check signed
I can hit the connect direct line
When I be coppin' up bags, move fast like express line
King!
Keep a shooter with me like 4K
I'm a drama king too, Slay, I'm monte de rey
I'm confused, your favorite rapper's still got more to say
Every time we hand him down the budget, can't afford to pay
Hah hah! Somebody cappin' and they rappin' ain't it
The record captured, now he yappin' in the affidavit
Master your stature, that's gon' factor if you last to make it
Smack your favorite DJ if that the place where we have to take it
Let me spray the hammer, is it safe or no?
I'ma need about a sixteen but Kay said no
I got the fire and the smoke, can't breathe, you'll choke
Like The Vid, hard to live when there ain't no antidote
Thou salute a real queen, never mind what you heard
Been a legend in this shit, ain't have to say one word
'Cause y'all crowd seekers be crown keepers
Get found in the lost and found
Divas get done dirty, get found cleaned off
Them niggas be puddle ducks
Huddled up and get 'em knuckle bucked 'fore I double up
My nigga love a problem, you want to get his trouble up?
No hair on his chest, he trying to get his stubble up
You ain't on my temperature, don't get on my heat scan
The last thing you'll ever hear from them is my feet ran
That's why I keep it on me because I keep playing
Smoke us from the border nigga soon as the leaf land motherfucker
Slang crack for breakfast, it's how we got lunch
A different definition for the rock brunch
You niggas out here telling on your cell phones
How you a snitch, taking pictures with the jail pose
My niggas charge in your room quicker than incidentals
Send a missile that'll never miss you, it ain't sentimental
In Long Beach, niggas grip a pistol
With two drums on the side, them titties bigger than missiles
If I want it I'ma buy that, homie, cash good
My pockets on Backwood, keep a five packed on me
It was blocks with buildings that made a killing
Now I done bought blocks, these buildings make me a killing
Was eating graham crackers in a sandbox, you grew up on the Gram
I grew up on Graham Avenue moving all them grams
Styrofoam cup, just flew in from New Apollo
With a clip full of beautiful hollows that you can swallow
I ain't the nigga you should be hating on
I'm the nigga my whole generation and bloodline been waiting for
Best believe you catch me hopping off of that short yellow bus, I'm a nigga with special needs
Since the jungle gym, we fuckin' off the muscle (M.O.!)
'Cause your drug habit is stronger than your hustle (Come on!)
Warrior, I am this, ten shots
I return 'em, chasin' you down a block with an iron fist
You still on it, you new dudes are counterfeit
I don't want to hear shit about your drip (No)
Your whip, your chicks, or your chips (No)
Fuck around and get your auntie house hit
Brownsville sponsorship monster shit
I'm as hard as hard can get, I'm with the shit (Speedy)
Are you kidding me? Real niggas is feeling me
How many G.O.A.Ts can that really be?
First hip-hop party The Herculoids threw
1520 Sedgwick Avenue (New York), August 11, '73
The first day of hip-hop. know your history
Not here to grandstand, I just want my respect
From you industry cats who cut the wrong check
I'm truly living standing in my square
Coke La Rock! Hip-hop education is here
With negativity I'ma get at 'em like electrons
If my ratchet joined a YouTube movement
It'd be hard to dispute it 'cause I sexually molest mine
And if it's money on your head then a can pop
The damn Glock in my hand cock when the check signed
I can hit the connect direct line
When I be coppin' up bags, move fast like express line
King!
Keep a shooter with me like 4K
I'm a drama king too, Slay, I'm monte de rey
I'm confused, your favorite rapper's still got more to say
Every time we hand him down the budget, can't afford to pay
Hah hah! Somebody cappin' and they rappin' ain't it
The record captured, now he yappin' in the affidavit
Master your stature, that's gon' factor if you last to make it
Smack your favorite DJ if that the place where we have to take it
Let me spray the hammer, is it safe or no?
I'ma need about a sixteen but Kay said no
I got the fire and the smoke, can't breathe, you'll choke
Like The Vid, hard to live when there ain't no antidote
Thou salute a real queen, never mind what you heard
Been a legend in this shit, ain't have to say one word
'Cause y'all crowd seekers be crown keepers
Get found in the lost and found
Divas get done dirty, get found cleaned off
Them niggas be puddle ducks
Huddled up and get 'em knuckle bucked 'fore I double up
My nigga love a problem, you want to get his trouble up?
No hair on his chest, he trying to get his stubble up
You ain't on my temperature, don't get on my heat scan
The last thing you'll ever hear from them is my feet ran
That's why I keep it on me because I keep playing
Smoke us from the border nigga soon as the leaf land motherfucker
Slang crack for breakfast, it's how we got lunch
A different definition for the rock brunch
You niggas out here telling on your cell phones
How you a snitch, taking pictures with the jail pose
My niggas charge in your room quicker than incidentals
Send a missile that'll never miss you, it ain't sentimental
In Long Beach, niggas grip a pistol
With two drums on the side, them titties bigger than missiles
If I want it I'ma buy that, homie, cash good
My pockets on Backwood, keep a five packed on me
It was blocks with buildings that made a killing
Now I done bought blocks, these buildings make me a killing
Was eating graham crackers in a sandbox, you grew up on the Gram
I grew up on Graham Avenue moving all them grams
Styrofoam cup, just flew in from New Apollo
With a clip full of beautiful hollows that you can swallow
I ain't the nigga you should be hating on
I'm the nigga my whole generation and bloodline been waiting for
Best believe you catch me hopping off of that short yellow bus, I'm a nigga with special needs
Since the jungle gym, we fuckin' off the muscle (M.O.!)
'Cause your drug habit is stronger than your hustle (Come on!)
Warrior, I am this, ten shots
I return 'em, chasin' you down a block with an iron fist
You still on it, you new dudes are counterfeit
I don't want to hear shit about your drip (No)
Your whip, your chicks, or your chips (No)
Fuck around and get your auntie house hit
Brownsville sponsorship monster shit
I'm as hard as hard can get, I'm with the shit (Speedy)
Are you kidding me? Real niggas is feeling me
How many G.O.A.Ts can that really be?
First hip-hop party The Herculoids threw
1520 Sedgwick Avenue (New York), August 11, '73
The first day of hip-hop. know your history
Not here to grandstand, I just want my respect
From you industry cats who cut the wrong check
I'm truly living standing in my square
Coke La Rock! Hip-hop education is here