Slaine, Statik Selektah, D-Stroy, Kevin Kent - Shade 45 Drunken Freestyle lyrics
[Slaine, Statik Selektah, D-Stroy, Kevin Kent - Shade 45 Drunken Freestyle lyrics]
Triple A Shade 45 at show-off radio
Statik Seleketah, D-Stroy in the building
My man Kali, and yo Slaine, let's go man
I ain't nervous at all
I don't know how to sweat
I taught my son to punch
Before he learned the alphabet
I brought a gun to lunch but
The café ain't crowded yet
I bet the at the half, I learned how to bet
Book your phone number on the
Fridge where I live
No need to glorify my shit, I did what I did
A bad boy, ever since a kid with a bib
I put the ice around my neck then I slid
You ain't live how I live
You just say it thankfully
Most of these half-way villains
They got a shank for me
Most of my peeps are so loyal
They'd walk a plank for me
I got fans hanging on my
Album plans waiting anxiously
I never panic at all, I stand in the hall
With my fists up while you're
Missing like a mannequin's balls
I need medication
Having schizophrenic withdrawals
Driving the liquor navigator fast as
It slams on the wall
Yo, we could go to war, stack for stack
I throw my money in the air like a acrobat
You lost your friends for a dollar
How wack is that?
Now go and kick rocks, nigga, no hacky sack
I'm running 'round the beam like a marathon
Then kill my enemies, fuck 'em all
I'm glad they're gone
I'm riding with the chopper in the coup
Chopped lobster in my soup
Don't make me drop you like the roof
We the best, can't nobody do it better
When I was locked up
I didn't even get a letter
Now I'm sky-high taking
Flight like propellers
I don't let these niggas talk for me
This ain't Penn and Teller
I'm killing these dawgs
Driving 'round like Cruella
In the Cadillac DeVille
I can handle any weather
We can fight whenever, the sooner the better
Got guns on deck, so disrespect
I promise you won't get up
Rakim said "Let the rhythm hit him"
I let my niggas get him
That been to prison in a
System that ain't benefitting
We don't respect the living
I make bets with women
Soon as they get to kissing
And show every Christian
D-Stroy never listens, pedalling penicillin
Hitting in every ending like when
I check the wisdom
I'm inconsiderate since I was a little prick
Never caring, forever daring show-off
I live for it see I was born lonely
Raised with enough homies
That'll sit your family down
Like when they- haha
He sound tough don't he?
That's David Melendez
I will slay and dismember any day in December
I don't play with contenders
I'm a good guy with a
Dark side like apartheid
A drunk driver offering people car rides
Our eyes have seen the mountain top
And now we counting guap
So what the fuck is he talking about?
Statik Selektah
Walk 'em out before they pour some out
For the dude in the coffin
With his organs out
You feel important? Shout
Even Jesus Christ lost a bout
I am the same happy-go-lucky, don't trust me
Toast bubbly
Least hate it because most love me
The best from Bushwick applying the pen
And keep acting like Scarface and
Die at the end
I'm a show-off, never gave a fuck or two
(Who's that?) Who the fuck are you?
You a bum that I never give a buck or two
I'm the one that your label
Gave your budget to save pennies, pay bills
I gave plenty, made mils
But charity's for suckers
Catch me with Lord Sear drinking at the rucka
Mad weirdos talking 'bout the others
I appreciate it, Sally Struthers
You ugly, cross colors
Krispy Kreme, French cruller
Statik Seleketah, D-Stroy in the building
My man Kali, and yo Slaine, let's go man
I ain't nervous at all
I don't know how to sweat
I taught my son to punch
Before he learned the alphabet
I brought a gun to lunch but
The café ain't crowded yet
I bet the at the half, I learned how to bet
Book your phone number on the
Fridge where I live
No need to glorify my shit, I did what I did
A bad boy, ever since a kid with a bib
I put the ice around my neck then I slid
You ain't live how I live
You just say it thankfully
Most of these half-way villains
They got a shank for me
Most of my peeps are so loyal
They'd walk a plank for me
I got fans hanging on my
Album plans waiting anxiously
I never panic at all, I stand in the hall
With my fists up while you're
Missing like a mannequin's balls
I need medication
Having schizophrenic withdrawals
Driving the liquor navigator fast as
It slams on the wall
Yo, we could go to war, stack for stack
I throw my money in the air like a acrobat
You lost your friends for a dollar
How wack is that?
Now go and kick rocks, nigga, no hacky sack
I'm running 'round the beam like a marathon
Then kill my enemies, fuck 'em all
I'm glad they're gone
I'm riding with the chopper in the coup
Chopped lobster in my soup
Don't make me drop you like the roof
We the best, can't nobody do it better
When I was locked up
I didn't even get a letter
Now I'm sky-high taking
Flight like propellers
I don't let these niggas talk for me
This ain't Penn and Teller
I'm killing these dawgs
Driving 'round like Cruella
In the Cadillac DeVille
I can handle any weather
We can fight whenever, the sooner the better
Got guns on deck, so disrespect
I promise you won't get up
Rakim said "Let the rhythm hit him"
I let my niggas get him
That been to prison in a
System that ain't benefitting
We don't respect the living
I make bets with women
Soon as they get to kissing
And show every Christian
D-Stroy never listens, pedalling penicillin
Hitting in every ending like when
I check the wisdom
I'm inconsiderate since I was a little prick
Never caring, forever daring show-off
I live for it see I was born lonely
Raised with enough homies
That'll sit your family down
Like when they- haha
He sound tough don't he?
That's David Melendez
I will slay and dismember any day in December
I don't play with contenders
I'm a good guy with a
Dark side like apartheid
A drunk driver offering people car rides
Our eyes have seen the mountain top
And now we counting guap
So what the fuck is he talking about?
Statik Selektah
Walk 'em out before they pour some out
For the dude in the coffin
With his organs out
You feel important? Shout
Even Jesus Christ lost a bout
I am the same happy-go-lucky, don't trust me
Toast bubbly
Least hate it because most love me
The best from Bushwick applying the pen
And keep acting like Scarface and
Die at the end
I'm a show-off, never gave a fuck or two
(Who's that?) Who the fuck are you?
You a bum that I never give a buck or two
I'm the one that your label
Gave your budget to save pennies, pay bills
I gave plenty, made mils
But charity's for suckers
Catch me with Lord Sear drinking at the rucka
Mad weirdos talking 'bout the others
I appreciate it, Sally Struthers
You ugly, cross colors
Krispy Kreme, French cruller