Rhymefest - Sweet lyrics
[Rhymefest - Sweet lyrics]
Power moves, yo el Che, Motorcycle Diaries
Let me show you how I'm coming
I don't like it unless it's brand new
You might catch me in my brand new whip
With a fifth, take a sip
Drink and drive, we can Tokyo Drift
Passing through city hall
Yelling "fuck politics"
How the fuck is it a black
Vote when don't nobody black vote
Neighborhood fucked up since we got
Off that black boat burnt down, burnt up
All you see is the black smoke
Obama must be a stone, cause
He ain't really black, folks
My pipe dreams turned into crack hopes
Everybody's high blown when they
Start to tax dope
You ride Chevys on 30s and like to stand out
Uncle Sam taxing for every gram you hand out
So how that coke in the
Pot supposed to pan out
When if you don't pay
They take everything in the damn house
I could talk about how fresh I am
Ghetto Black Eyed Peas
You could call me YesIAm
Add up all the other rappers
And they less than him
He's underground and underrated
Well I guess I am
I hate when niggas say they overstand
Acting like they know the plan
When they just devoted fans
Chi-town, frozen land
Hit you with the cold shoulder
Smack you with the frozen hand
Turned around
It steel on you with it closed again
Like Rick James when he
Saw doctors closing in
I'ma run for alderman, "There he goes again"
Let me show you how I'm coming
I don't like it unless it's brand new
You might catch me in my brand new whip
With a fifth, take a sip
Drink and drive, we can Tokyo Drift
Passing through city hall
Yelling "fuck politics"
How the fuck is it a black
Vote when don't nobody black vote
Neighborhood fucked up since we got
Off that black boat burnt down, burnt up
All you see is the black smoke
Obama must be a stone, cause
He ain't really black, folks
My pipe dreams turned into crack hopes
Everybody's high blown when they
Start to tax dope
You ride Chevys on 30s and like to stand out
Uncle Sam taxing for every gram you hand out
So how that coke in the
Pot supposed to pan out
When if you don't pay
They take everything in the damn house
I could talk about how fresh I am
Ghetto Black Eyed Peas
You could call me YesIAm
Add up all the other rappers
And they less than him
He's underground and underrated
Well I guess I am
I hate when niggas say they overstand
Acting like they know the plan
When they just devoted fans
Chi-town, frozen land
Hit you with the cold shoulder
Smack you with the frozen hand
Turned around
It steel on you with it closed again
Like Rick James when he
Saw doctors closing in
I'ma run for alderman, "There he goes again"