Retro Electro - Retro Electro lyrics
[Retro Electro - Retro Electro lyrics]
Somebody stop me, lord I'm on fire
Sucker emcees better call me sire
I won't stop rockin til the moon retire
Til the prophecy's fulfilled and
The earth catch fire
Nope, I ain't trying to be
Going back into poverty
Working a nine-to-five and be hopin
I hit the lottery
Nope, I came too far to turn back on my
Heels like a windmill and head back home-a
I eat a emcee up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Parlaying up in VIP playing the corner
Im hot like a sauna i spit a hot shot off of
The top you're a goner
Somebody call the coroner
These wack emcees is DOA
They label you as a hater
When you see yo' way
But, if you don't give a damn
We don't give a fuck you can catch me in the
Third Ward throwin' it up
You might find me in the nine
Where they don't mind dying
Screamin' five-o in the back of the line
Everytime that I fall up in the spot I shine
Heel up wheel up bring it back home rewind
I just wanna keep the peace like a Buddhist
But niggas wanna kiss me on
My cheek like Judas nigga, then lets do this
I leave em left out, left field
Left clueless they feed off of rumors til I
Hit em with the trueness they don't hate me
They hate God I ain't make me
Im just a little nigga on
The mic with a breakbeat
What have y'all lames done for me lately
Nada, I keep on movin' and don't bother
The flow's H-2-O, they drown in the water
Step right up and come down to the slaughter
See me in the Third Ward, 6-4 Impala
Brush off my shoulder and pop my collar
Holla see I don't even walk like a piiimmmp
Talk like a mack all I do is rap
Uh, you other motherfuckers is wack
And that's a actual fact
(that's a actual fact)
You sucka emcees bow down like west side
Connec-tion my pimp arm is way too
Strong I bring pressure
Wilin' like Stalin when he
Reigned over Russia
Never ever scared but I ain't Bone Crusher
More like Benito, Adolfo
Who can spit greater and rip the
Dictator? Nigga I thought so
No one rap's Red China I'm the shogun
Ass-ass-in tear a emcees ass and
Spit with a passion i'm on stage laughin
They couldn't swallow the whole
I gave em fractions war with the dragon
Man you know the MO
Me and mr porter in the Cadillac limo
Detroit vi-a the streets of the NO
New Or le-ans don Corleone
I'm on the porch with a straw
Hat and a cordless phone
Mink king on my humble throne I'm in the zone
Hot shot and then I'm gone
Sucker emcees better call me sire
I won't stop rockin til the moon retire
Til the prophecy's fulfilled and
The earth catch fire
Nope, I ain't trying to be
Going back into poverty
Working a nine-to-five and be hopin
I hit the lottery
Nope, I came too far to turn back on my
Heels like a windmill and head back home-a
I eat a emcee up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Parlaying up in VIP playing the corner
Im hot like a sauna i spit a hot shot off of
The top you're a goner
Somebody call the coroner
These wack emcees is DOA
They label you as a hater
When you see yo' way
But, if you don't give a damn
We don't give a fuck you can catch me in the
Third Ward throwin' it up
You might find me in the nine
Where they don't mind dying
Screamin' five-o in the back of the line
Everytime that I fall up in the spot I shine
Heel up wheel up bring it back home rewind
I just wanna keep the peace like a Buddhist
But niggas wanna kiss me on
My cheek like Judas nigga, then lets do this
I leave em left out, left field
Left clueless they feed off of rumors til I
Hit em with the trueness they don't hate me
They hate God I ain't make me
Im just a little nigga on
The mic with a breakbeat
What have y'all lames done for me lately
Nada, I keep on movin' and don't bother
The flow's H-2-O, they drown in the water
Step right up and come down to the slaughter
See me in the Third Ward, 6-4 Impala
Brush off my shoulder and pop my collar
Holla see I don't even walk like a piiimmmp
Talk like a mack all I do is rap
Uh, you other motherfuckers is wack
And that's a actual fact
(that's a actual fact)
You sucka emcees bow down like west side
Connec-tion my pimp arm is way too
Strong I bring pressure
Wilin' like Stalin when he
Reigned over Russia
Never ever scared but I ain't Bone Crusher
More like Benito, Adolfo
Who can spit greater and rip the
Dictator? Nigga I thought so
No one rap's Red China I'm the shogun
Ass-ass-in tear a emcees ass and
Spit with a passion i'm on stage laughin
They couldn't swallow the whole
I gave em fractions war with the dragon
Man you know the MO
Me and mr porter in the Cadillac limo
Detroit vi-a the streets of the NO
New Or le-ans don Corleone
I'm on the porch with a straw
Hat and a cordless phone
Mink king on my humble throne I'm in the zone
Hot shot and then I'm gone