E-Dubble - 215 Medley lyrics
[E-Dubble - 215 Medley lyrics]
Who's up first?
I inhereted my rap name: e-dubble
From the gods above
They heard my flow when they showed me love
They showed me much
I sucked it up like a sponge now
I'm rapping like I'm Biggie's son (get 'em)
You can't deny that my upbringing was
Not comparable with those Hip-Hop thugs
I don't claim to be one
And I know that there's some
MC's that I pissed
I don't come from the slum
I don't have a gun, never did I carry one
Except when I was young shooting BB's for fun
You see me and run cuz' my rhyme style's dumb
And my beats get me higher
Than a Philadelphia blunt
I'm Philadelphia from
I'm Philadelphia raised
I'll be back at the college just
To get a little taste
Of the city life, not the gritty life
Philadelphia needs to meet e-dubble
On the city lights
I rap 215 and I'm so sick my
Lips spit shit like waste management
A suburbs kid and my prefix
Is what it's always been
Call my cellphone I'll answer it
I'm still better than most pack no toast
1974 and my doors don't close
Sip no (Moe's) , smoke no ('dro)
211 gets you drunk even tho' it tastes
(grose) i spit on (clothes)
They work too (slow)
And ladies in the toilet that
Makes the shit ex (plode)
I got no (dough) , it doesn't matter (tho')
My voice still works so I still can flow
(yeah)
Switching my pitch you bitches thought
I was trippin' of
A flow that you heard on How we do (we do)
But this is me, this is E, this is mean
And I fuck around and change up my style like
Imma go trippin' like a Suburban
People roll up askin' me questions like:
Why did you do it? Why did you move?
With the landscape yard and the big blue pool
You're a goddamn fool, you left the burbs
Everybody wonders why did you flip your words
And then move to the city like a fucking jerk
But guess what
I can answer you with this burp
I inhereted my rap name: e-dubble
From the gods above
They heard my flow when they showed me love
They showed me much
I sucked it up like a sponge now
I'm rapping like I'm Biggie's son (get 'em)
You can't deny that my upbringing was
Not comparable with those Hip-Hop thugs
I don't claim to be one
And I know that there's some
MC's that I pissed
I don't come from the slum
I don't have a gun, never did I carry one
Except when I was young shooting BB's for fun
You see me and run cuz' my rhyme style's dumb
And my beats get me higher
Than a Philadelphia blunt
I'm Philadelphia from
I'm Philadelphia raised
I'll be back at the college just
To get a little taste
Of the city life, not the gritty life
Philadelphia needs to meet e-dubble
On the city lights
I rap 215 and I'm so sick my
Lips spit shit like waste management
A suburbs kid and my prefix
Is what it's always been
Call my cellphone I'll answer it
I'm still better than most pack no toast
1974 and my doors don't close
Sip no (Moe's) , smoke no ('dro)
211 gets you drunk even tho' it tastes
(grose) i spit on (clothes)
They work too (slow)
And ladies in the toilet that
Makes the shit ex (plode)
I got no (dough) , it doesn't matter (tho')
My voice still works so I still can flow
(yeah)
Switching my pitch you bitches thought
I was trippin' of
A flow that you heard on How we do (we do)
But this is me, this is E, this is mean
And I fuck around and change up my style like
Imma go trippin' like a Suburban
People roll up askin' me questions like:
Why did you do it? Why did you move?
With the landscape yard and the big blue pool
You're a goddamn fool, you left the burbs
Everybody wonders why did you flip your words
And then move to the city like a fucking jerk
But guess what
I can answer you with this burp