Sean Price, Jimmy Grands, Andre the Giant - How It Sounds lyrics
[Sean Price, Jimmy Grands, Andre the Giant - How It Sounds lyrics]
I'm Boot Camp for life
Never worry about the god I get cream
Say I switch teams
Get lumped like Mitch Green
Yo, plus I'm MFC for life
Like my Hennessy straight in a glass, no ice
You remember me? Great, if I pass your wife
Remember me through our seed
Her ass is trife know, I push a hot car
Go in a hot bar slap the bartender
Go outside piss on a cop car
Niggas tell me "Ruck you'se the bastard type"
I'm like
"Go fuck yourself you hermaphrodite"
Never do a show
A song unless the cash is right
But, I give a ho a thong if her ass is tight
Copping an E, yo ma, pop to your knee
Have you knocking my knees
Bust a shot on her tee
When I jump out the car, eyes locking at me
Ain't my fault that I'm popular B
Fuck you looking at?
"See how it sounds" - KRS-One 'My Philosophy'
"You see it" - MOP 'Foundation'
"A lot of" - KRS-One 'My Philosophy'
"MC's" - Slick Rick "See how it sounds"
"You're about to see" -
Rakim 'Microphone Fiend'
"Heavy dream cats" - QN5 'Ghetto Like D&D'
"Get paid" "See how it sounds"
"You see it" "A lot of"
"MC's" "See how it sounds"
"You're about to see"
"Rapper's back on another level" -
Big Noyd 'Usual Suspects'
Huh living next door to the ones
That'll leave you leaky burn one for Freaky
Burn one for Pun burn one for L
Burn one if you like the burn and the smell
Jimmy go on spree and twist
About three of the things
Y'all niggas know the songs I sing
That nasty, filthy, underground
Urban, stocking cap over the turban
So whether country whether city
E'rywhere spit it analog, spit it digi
Uh, huh
Watch me, y'all know the god do rhyme
Roll with fam that 9 to 5 and do crime
I'm like no other i rhyme cause I love ta
And still chop my weed up on album covers
Jimmy Grand review, my preview bumping
Some be the shit, forever dumping uh, huh
Y'all niggas be fronting on A like
"He ain't hot" cock it and blast it in they
Face nigga and he ain't shot
Just a verse of the lead and
We never do like them
It's too late in this game to be telling ya
Who I am
But, I'm the rapper that battled the beast
Same one that married the priest of
The nun that carry the seed
We weed addicts that ain't never high
If Doug and Dave tell you they don't pass it
They ain't never lie
So we the ones that lock the cops up
I even rock the drop with the top up
Hear the shots and not duck
AG is the bastard that slaved the master
And I shine when I want
Just to play with NASA
I'm the tale that wagged the dog
We walk before we had to crawl
I'm the nut that passed the
We the cause and effect and raw as it get
And we that call that's collect
That y'all don't wanna accept c'mon
Never worry about the god I get cream
Say I switch teams
Get lumped like Mitch Green
Yo, plus I'm MFC for life
Like my Hennessy straight in a glass, no ice
You remember me? Great, if I pass your wife
Remember me through our seed
Her ass is trife know, I push a hot car
Go in a hot bar slap the bartender
Go outside piss on a cop car
Niggas tell me "Ruck you'se the bastard type"
I'm like
"Go fuck yourself you hermaphrodite"
Never do a show
A song unless the cash is right
But, I give a ho a thong if her ass is tight
Copping an E, yo ma, pop to your knee
Have you knocking my knees
Bust a shot on her tee
When I jump out the car, eyes locking at me
Ain't my fault that I'm popular B
Fuck you looking at?
"See how it sounds" - KRS-One 'My Philosophy'
"You see it" - MOP 'Foundation'
"A lot of" - KRS-One 'My Philosophy'
"MC's" - Slick Rick "See how it sounds"
"You're about to see" -
Rakim 'Microphone Fiend'
"Heavy dream cats" - QN5 'Ghetto Like D&D'
"Get paid" "See how it sounds"
"You see it" "A lot of"
"MC's" "See how it sounds"
"You're about to see"
"Rapper's back on another level" -
Big Noyd 'Usual Suspects'
Huh living next door to the ones
That'll leave you leaky burn one for Freaky
Burn one for Pun burn one for L
Burn one if you like the burn and the smell
Jimmy go on spree and twist
About three of the things
Y'all niggas know the songs I sing
That nasty, filthy, underground
Urban, stocking cap over the turban
So whether country whether city
E'rywhere spit it analog, spit it digi
Uh, huh
Watch me, y'all know the god do rhyme
Roll with fam that 9 to 5 and do crime
I'm like no other i rhyme cause I love ta
And still chop my weed up on album covers
Jimmy Grand review, my preview bumping
Some be the shit, forever dumping uh, huh
Y'all niggas be fronting on A like
"He ain't hot" cock it and blast it in they
Face nigga and he ain't shot
Just a verse of the lead and
We never do like them
It's too late in this game to be telling ya
Who I am
But, I'm the rapper that battled the beast
Same one that married the priest of
The nun that carry the seed
We weed addicts that ain't never high
If Doug and Dave tell you they don't pass it
They ain't never lie
So we the ones that lock the cops up
I even rock the drop with the top up
Hear the shots and not duck
AG is the bastard that slaved the master
And I shine when I want
Just to play with NASA
I'm the tale that wagged the dog
We walk before we had to crawl
I'm the nut that passed the
We the cause and effect and raw as it get
And we that call that's collect
That y'all don't wanna accept c'mon