Richie Cunning - Live On The Drum Pt. II lyrics
[Richie Cunning - Live On The Drum Pt. II lyrics]
The Zen Buddha of the N-Judah
Yo, let me read off the trivia card
Who the ill cat still rappin' gritty and card
Go 'head, take a min, give up? Here's a hint
Rich C, OG, from the city of fog
Dawg, I was a solo smebbin'
Back when wild 94 was wild 107
Back when Jerry and Joe was bay area legends
Back when left field wasn't for Barry
It was for Kevin (OH)
Too many rookie ass dudes today
Start flowin' not knowin' they
Got dues to pay
Matter fact homie I ain't trying
To hear your flow
Unless ya started rapping over ten years ago
You need beats? Dawg, I need ends
Thats why all my best beats go
To all my best friends
You want one of ya own so
You don't have to take 'em
Do what I did kid, and learn how to make 'em
Do your homework, study my style
Get comfortable cause you gon' have
To study a while
In my overcast city feeling over joyed
Smoking Superman kryptonite, soulja boy
Son of the city, dawg
That's where my folks are
Defender of the west you can
Call me the coast gaurd
If you ain't hip to the 'sco
Getting to hittin the boat
And don't forget to not send me a postcard
You rocking twenty four karats of velvet
Your rappin' like your ass should
Be wearing a helmet
Walk around strung out like a bunch
Of some strung out dope heads
Fly girl, dance moves, Jennifer Lopez
Shiny little sneakers and
Ya cartoon sweatshirt
Look about as hard as the cartoon network
Dawg, Ima tell you this the best that I can
Take ya jammy-jams off and try
To dress like a man
I give a damn about ya VIP lounge
I'm sitting on the train
Bumping "Critical Beatdown"
I'll bring the afterparty up
In ya broads house
Light the piff, Michael Vick
"Who Let the Dogs Out"
Yo, let me read off the trivia card
Who the ill cat still rappin' gritty and card
Go 'head, take a min, give up? Here's a hint
Rich C, OG, from the city of fog
Dawg, I was a solo smebbin'
Back when wild 94 was wild 107
Back when Jerry and Joe was bay area legends
Back when left field wasn't for Barry
It was for Kevin (OH)
Too many rookie ass dudes today
Start flowin' not knowin' they
Got dues to pay
Matter fact homie I ain't trying
To hear your flow
Unless ya started rapping over ten years ago
You need beats? Dawg, I need ends
Thats why all my best beats go
To all my best friends
You want one of ya own so
You don't have to take 'em
Do what I did kid, and learn how to make 'em
Do your homework, study my style
Get comfortable cause you gon' have
To study a while
In my overcast city feeling over joyed
Smoking Superman kryptonite, soulja boy
Son of the city, dawg
That's where my folks are
Defender of the west you can
Call me the coast gaurd
If you ain't hip to the 'sco
Getting to hittin the boat
And don't forget to not send me a postcard
You rocking twenty four karats of velvet
Your rappin' like your ass should
Be wearing a helmet
Walk around strung out like a bunch
Of some strung out dope heads
Fly girl, dance moves, Jennifer Lopez
Shiny little sneakers and
Ya cartoon sweatshirt
Look about as hard as the cartoon network
Dawg, Ima tell you this the best that I can
Take ya jammy-jams off and try
To dress like a man
I give a damn about ya VIP lounge
I'm sitting on the train
Bumping "Critical Beatdown"
I'll bring the afterparty up
In ya broads house
Light the piff, Michael Vick
"Who Let the Dogs Out"