Ludacris, Big Tigger, I-20 - Rap City Freestyle lyrics
[Ludacris, Big Tigger, I-20 - Rap City Freestyle lyrics]
Rap City, The Basement
Big Tigger, off the top, freestyle
No replacement with my man Ludacris, and I20
Coming on down every week and scooping honeys
You know how it go but
Please abstain from testing us
The album called The Golden Grain
DTP, watch the kids flow, step out the way
And let my man Ludacris come
Through with the flow
I see some fools ain’t smart
‘cause they going against me
I been rapping since Tyson
Punched Soda Popinski
On a whole ‘nother level, I pass the elite
You can ask Red and Meth
I’ll rip a Casio beat ribbit! Chicks dig it
Long as my clique spit it
My Cadillac truck gets lower than six midgets
It’s wood, kid-id, cars for six digit's
I’ll rip ya eye out and
Play FOOS ball with it
Girls see me, they holler and holler hard
So much money, I’m ‘bout to buy College Park
My records just play, I don’t need payola
Long as my eyes stay
Redder than crayon Crayolas
And drill the player hater
You hardly stacking when you see me
Don’t say nothing like Charlie Chapman
Ludacris, mmm! "Velvet Jones"
AKA "Slap a TRICK With a Cellular Phone"
I’m carrying chrome
Bullets headed straight to your dome
I dig my cradle from my grave, bury my bones
It’s scary alone
Scarier than hesitant people
Gotta smoke a lot of good
‘cause my residence evil
My weapons are lethal, lethal like Murtaugh
Riggs
After I blast you, I’ma hurt y’all kids
When they see me in the street
Parents blast and boo me
TVs in my ‘Lac are showing nasty movies
And all I gotta do is make a Hillandale call
I’m big, you smaller than Avondale Mall
What! What! What!
I20, what’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
Yeah, after ground, I hit you
Put you under the street
The only peace that I know
Is hidden under my seat
Disturbing tha Peace, we selling out
You still on the shelf
2-0, I’m Pee Wee Herman, man
I’m feeling myself
You feeling my wealth? Check it, dog
Here comes the cream so many throwbacks
You’d swear I got a time machine
Know what I mean? Jump in
The big-body Benz and
Car been stopped with the rims still spinning
It’s Information Infamous, I keep an infrared
Ducking DA
Neglecting off to never mess with Feds
I’m all about the bread, chrome to ya head
I bust it down
People call my style "monogamy
" ‘cause I don’t mess around yeah!
IDub! Tryna replace me in the worst way
Shoutout to JT, it’s his damn birthday
What! Golden Grain, baby!
Big Tigger, off the top, freestyle
No replacement with my man Ludacris, and I20
Coming on down every week and scooping honeys
You know how it go but
Please abstain from testing us
The album called The Golden Grain
DTP, watch the kids flow, step out the way
And let my man Ludacris come
Through with the flow
I see some fools ain’t smart
‘cause they going against me
I been rapping since Tyson
Punched Soda Popinski
On a whole ‘nother level, I pass the elite
You can ask Red and Meth
I’ll rip a Casio beat ribbit! Chicks dig it
Long as my clique spit it
My Cadillac truck gets lower than six midgets
It’s wood, kid-id, cars for six digit's
I’ll rip ya eye out and
Play FOOS ball with it
Girls see me, they holler and holler hard
So much money, I’m ‘bout to buy College Park
My records just play, I don’t need payola
Long as my eyes stay
Redder than crayon Crayolas
And drill the player hater
You hardly stacking when you see me
Don’t say nothing like Charlie Chapman
Ludacris, mmm! "Velvet Jones"
AKA "Slap a TRICK With a Cellular Phone"
I’m carrying chrome
Bullets headed straight to your dome
I dig my cradle from my grave, bury my bones
It’s scary alone
Scarier than hesitant people
Gotta smoke a lot of good
‘cause my residence evil
My weapons are lethal, lethal like Murtaugh
Riggs
After I blast you, I’ma hurt y’all kids
When they see me in the street
Parents blast and boo me
TVs in my ‘Lac are showing nasty movies
And all I gotta do is make a Hillandale call
I’m big, you smaller than Avondale Mall
What! What! What!
I20, what’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
Yeah, after ground, I hit you
Put you under the street
The only peace that I know
Is hidden under my seat
Disturbing tha Peace, we selling out
You still on the shelf
2-0, I’m Pee Wee Herman, man
I’m feeling myself
You feeling my wealth? Check it, dog
Here comes the cream so many throwbacks
You’d swear I got a time machine
Know what I mean? Jump in
The big-body Benz and
Car been stopped with the rims still spinning
It’s Information Infamous, I keep an infrared
Ducking DA
Neglecting off to never mess with Feds
I’m all about the bread, chrome to ya head
I bust it down
People call my style "monogamy
" ‘cause I don’t mess around yeah!
IDub! Tryna replace me in the worst way
Shoutout to JT, it’s his damn birthday
What! Golden Grain, baby!