Sean Price - 60 Bar Dash lyrics

On your mark get set

Jump back, kiss myself
Sean Price used to pump crack
Get that wealth
Number one ranking taken, I'mma get that belt
Not a card dealer but deal
With the cards that's dealt
Yo I do this for my so fly, so high niggas
African-butt-scratching-bowtie niggas
Ben Vereen
Chicken George, Fiddler On the Roof niggas
Yo I'm nice but I shoot niggas
Ayo, Superfly Snuka jumping
From the turnbuckle smoking on some shit you
Never smoked on before, fuck you
Yo, asked a bitch for some
Brains she said "Never
Last time I licked your balls
Caught high blood pressure"
Evel Knievel hot wheels jumping
Like Duke boys (yeeeehaaah)
Posdnous, Mase and Trugoy (what?)
Plug one in your neck and
Plug two in your chest
Turn around and plug three in your rest
Yo, pop clip in and dump, hop
Skip and a jump
Backseat of the car, hot chick in the front
Fuck y'all rappers, all y'all gay
Tryna sell rap and crack: John Forte nigga

Time! Time? 537 seconds
That's kinda fucked up, duke
Aight, it was aight, but
Yo let's try it again, ready? Ayo, hold up
Man go!

My mama ain't raise no fool because
My mama ain't raise me, fool
Sean Price the name
Ya' beats hot but ya' writing is lame
Release shots on the side of ya' frame
The trees copped now I'm high as a plane
With these cops need a nine in the Range
Ya' seeds watch while you're high and insane
Yo bust a u-ey, roll the window down
Clutch a toolie
Kill a cop, get away just like a movie
Yo, more or less nigga, less is more
Half a shirt
Half a skirt is how I dress them whores
The Education of Sean Price, turn to page 20
Learn how Grandma Jean used to make money
Mighty Joe Young
Used to gorilla pimp hoes for bread
Can't work her next day
Bust her nose and head
Canadian steroids, Ben Johnson
Cheating to win
Like a fair fight with heat to ya' chin
Yo the Fab 5 single came out, I got dough
Then the Fab 5 shit got played out
I'm like 'Yo lend me a dollar
Duke what you want me to do?
You broke then I'm broke, nigga
I work for you'

Time! 153 seconds damn
Fuck you talking 'bout? You outta breath
You sound like you Ranacanin' on a

Yo, I got one hand back in the street
I got the other hand back in the booth
(Word?) i'm in the crib with the VCR on
Watching Amistad
Thinking 'bout a motherfucking
Cracker to shoot
Pootie Tang niggas always got a lot to say
Ain't talking 'bout shit though, sa da tay
Classical soul
(what?) , I got the nastiest flow
Sean Price, big gun by the grassiest knoll
Can't see me coming
Like I was fucking a blind bitch
Grabbing the radio and then
Commence to rewind this leave it alone
Or you can bleed from the dome
When I start squeezing the chrome at
Ya' Vs and ya' home but fuck it
(fuck it) , y'all wanna die right now (now)
Hit across the face with
The nine like 'blaow'
License to kill, fall back Vicodin pills
Get clapped
Come back like Christ in the field
Got one foot up in some Timbs
Got the other foot up in ya' ass
(nigga it's up in ya' ass)
You see I'm tryna get ahead loc
But a nigga dead broke now I'm thinking 'Yo
Where the fuck is the cash?' motherfucker