GDP - Succumb lyrics

[GDP - Succumb lyrics]

Crunk butter, bubblegum sucker emcee's
We're not brothers, don't hug me

Just succumb to the funk
Then come for the music stay for the drugs
This one goes out to the tar in my lungs
The guitar and the drums
Big ups to Al Saw - my man pots and pans
Break dutch, and put the roach out on the van
Traded a copy of Involvement for a gram
Said it's FDA approved to make you
Shake your filthy rotten ass j Stamps
Maybe they didn't know what to think at first
And then it's like bing!
A lightbulb blinks, then it occurs
You've just confirmed every rumor I've heard
So let the DJ get word
And scratch it like someone poured itching
Powder all down his shirt from New Jers'
For the world that's my oyster
And up-and-comers smell my hustle -
Ask for pointers
Or some sort of Division East affiliation
So that they can quit their day-shift
And come on vacation from state to state
Another day, another dollar menu
Another shady promoter
Another seedy fucking venue

Just give in to the rhythm, live it
Fuck around and sink your teeth in it
And done did em' another
Penny's worth of wisdom
Complements of the peanut gallery
I try to surround myself with naive
Young girls down to breed
The east coast is cheetoes
Emcee's are dangerously cheesy
Uplifting rap is far too preachy
And if GDP seems too big for his bridges
It's probably because they
Don't lead anywhere
Hip Hop is not a business
Fuck what you thought
And what you've sought after
The glamour and glitz of
The cornball rap world
They tried to build Rome in a day
I'm like, you have to beg my pardon
But, I'm horrible with names
And act suspicious the sacrilegious
Rap's Sid Vicious
Less talk, more get money, fuck bitches
Get on over like a bride
And spit to influence the youngsters
Do drugs
We're already dead like The Munsters

Just let loose to the groove
True, I want to sniff some glue
Smoked my body weight in opium
And slept all afternoon
They said hey somebody has to bring
The fear back in rap matter fact
I'll do a GDP concert and get stabbed
Hands on the mpc-2k pad like a harp
(Big L - I got style
Plus the way I be flowing is sharp)
More in 16 bars than in
Some rappers whole careers
So peers can see me stack
Cheddar like Lord Sear
We can politic like lobbyists and
Solve problems with fists
All I'm saying is name one instance
When I'm not the shit
I suppose I've got a certain way about me
Like there's conviction in everything I
Say - no boundaries
Weed brownies and a vodka tonic stiff
Put me where I need to
Be when scheming mediocre chicks
The clam dip was halibut
She hollered when she heard me
Peace to Rumek and Terrorist
No subways in Jersey

It goes - East Cost, Beats Dope, Clean Choch
Weed Smoke
East Cost, Cheap Coke, Egos, Weed Smoke
East Cost, Skeet Hoes, Weed Smoke
East Cost, Beats Dope, Vino, Weed Smoke
East Cost, Cheap Coke, Peeps Shows
Weed Smoke
East Cost, Beats Dope, Skeet Hoes, Weed Smoke
East Cost, Beats Dope, Clean Choch
Weed Smoke
East Cost, Cheap Coke, Egos, Weed Smoke

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