Sean Price - Pyrex lyrics
[Sean Price - Pyrex lyrics]
Whole lot of shots followed
After I bust your snot box
With a Ciroc bottle
Shoot the fair one, one mano-a mano the clown
I'll pull a pound on a Ronald McDonald
You a happy meal nigga, with a toy in the box
I clap the steel, nigga
Put your boy in a box
P, and the gun that'll slap ya i'm lying
Just like the rest of these dumb ass rappers
Provide flesh
Most of y'all niggas can't test besides Tek
Most of y'all niggas can't dress, Nike galore
Right on the floor
Copped twenty pair with Vinnie
One time on tour listen, love is love
Clap the gat at y'all haters
The CEO of your label is a basketball player
That mean your shit is never coming out
Sean Price, I'm forever dumbing out, pyrex
Pyrex, a microwave, and a whisk
You're probably thinking I'm baking a cake
When I'm working a whip
You probably think it's pyrex
Wake up, all of that crack in the street talk
It's made up like "Jack and the Beanstalk"
When I talk, the streets listen
When you talk, the streets dissin'
I don't even like you
I don't even wanna fight you
So stay the fuck away
For such and such from such and such
Come buck and spray
Don't make me abuse my power
One telephone call, shoot this coward
I was the bum, but the pendulum switched
Now my whole team supreme, no Kenneth McGriff
Y'all niggas is fiends, steamed tilapia
Ving Rhames in the bing, slapping ya, animal
Different beast on my fucking sweater
Giranimal half monkey, half man the manimal
P, heatmiser in disguise, surprise beat fire
Spark fire out your face and break wires
After I bust your snot box
With a Ciroc bottle
Shoot the fair one, one mano-a mano the clown
I'll pull a pound on a Ronald McDonald
You a happy meal nigga, with a toy in the box
I clap the steel, nigga
Put your boy in a box
P, and the gun that'll slap ya i'm lying
Just like the rest of these dumb ass rappers
Provide flesh
Most of y'all niggas can't test besides Tek
Most of y'all niggas can't dress, Nike galore
Right on the floor
Copped twenty pair with Vinnie
One time on tour listen, love is love
Clap the gat at y'all haters
The CEO of your label is a basketball player
That mean your shit is never coming out
Sean Price, I'm forever dumbing out, pyrex
Pyrex, a microwave, and a whisk
You're probably thinking I'm baking a cake
When I'm working a whip
You probably think it's pyrex
Wake up, all of that crack in the street talk
It's made up like "Jack and the Beanstalk"
When I talk, the streets listen
When you talk, the streets dissin'
I don't even like you
I don't even wanna fight you
So stay the fuck away
For such and such from such and such
Come buck and spray
Don't make me abuse my power
One telephone call, shoot this coward
I was the bum, but the pendulum switched
Now my whole team supreme, no Kenneth McGriff
Y'all niggas is fiends, steamed tilapia
Ving Rhames in the bing, slapping ya, animal
Different beast on my fucking sweater
Giranimal half monkey, half man the manimal
P, heatmiser in disguise, surprise beat fire
Spark fire out your face and break wires