Jay Electronica - Stay Dougie Freestyle (Abracadabra Freestyle) (Abracadabra Freestyle) lyrics
[Jay Electronica - Stay Dougie Freestyle Abracadabra Freestyle Abracadabra Freestyle lyrics]
Yo, it's the one and only
Illustrious one - Jay Electronica
Rocking with my man Ringo
Rashad Smith "Tumbling Dice" stayDougiecom
Look, are you watching closely?
Yo, you mind if I give a little something?
Alright look
In Hollywood - everybody got a business card
In Manhattan - everybody got a business card
In New Orleans - everybody got
A gun and a bible
And a net or some type of a fishing rod
And at night, if you listen hard
You can hear gunshots from blocks away
Or fiends pushin bricks through cars
I'm from the same dark alley
Niggas never go down
Forty ounce glass needles
On the merry-go-round
Look, abracadabra bitches
I ain't the average nigga yappin
On a track for riches
Even though my rags to riches
Tale is vicious hell
A lot of niggas sick an pale
When I spit the braille you feel me?
I never, ever, ever slipped and fell
You hear me? And any pussy that decide to
Try and come near me
Will get raped crushed and left
For dead on the hill
I'll be on the pyramid stairs out in Brazil
Now put that in your pipe and get twisted
Make like fingerprints and get lifted
Nobody spit the sick shit like I do
The bayou kid so deep on
Google you need goggles
Nigga I'm sick with this
I'm castin spells on the judge and the jury
And the snitches in the witness pit
Man look, they're not even ready really
Illustrious one - Jay Electronica
Rocking with my man Ringo
Rashad Smith "Tumbling Dice" stayDougiecom
Look, are you watching closely?
Yo, you mind if I give a little something?
Alright look
In Hollywood - everybody got a business card
In Manhattan - everybody got a business card
In New Orleans - everybody got
A gun and a bible
And a net or some type of a fishing rod
And at night, if you listen hard
You can hear gunshots from blocks away
Or fiends pushin bricks through cars
I'm from the same dark alley
Niggas never go down
Forty ounce glass needles
On the merry-go-round
Look, abracadabra bitches
I ain't the average nigga yappin
On a track for riches
Even though my rags to riches
Tale is vicious hell
A lot of niggas sick an pale
When I spit the braille you feel me?
I never, ever, ever slipped and fell
You hear me? And any pussy that decide to
Try and come near me
Will get raped crushed and left
For dead on the hill
I'll be on the pyramid stairs out in Brazil
Now put that in your pipe and get twisted
Make like fingerprints and get lifted
Nobody spit the sick shit like I do
The bayou kid so deep on
Google you need goggles
Nigga I'm sick with this
I'm castin spells on the judge and the jury
And the snitches in the witness pit
Man look, they're not even ready really