Step Brothers, Fargo, Psycho Les - Bally Shoe lyrics
[Step Brothers, Fargo, Psycho Les - Bally Shoe lyrics]
Yeah! Uh
Uh uh
It's that shit it's that hardcore shit
Uh who is it?
It's the secondhand record man
Blowin' smoke in your face
You catchin' second hand
Make you choke off the toke like a bowtie
I smoke the hash every day, look I'm so high
Alchemist chop the beat like, oh my
We got another hit straight out the goldmine
In New York I make a phone call and go get it
In California I just walk up
In the fuckin' clinic and get medicated
Smoke a blunt and start meditating
Criss Angel levitating, I'm dedicating
This to all beat diggers and
Groupies that sleep with us
After the show, peace bitches
Grab the Henny, we goin' back to the telly
I'ma urine on your face and take
A crap on your belly
And do the R kelly, now take a shower, ho
It's too powerful
You know how it is
When you're walkin' down the corner
Kickin' it on maron doner
Streets is hotter than a sauna
Don't matter if you in New York or California
It's all about making that payola
And if you try to stunt we're gonna run
Up on ya on some Dirty Harry shit
You try to pull a fast one
Fuck around hold your fam for ransom
Smash you in your face with a 44 Magnum
To all the fake cats try'na hate
Cocksuckers bragging like they got that cake
You ain't an OG from the old school
Bitch nigga broke the number one rule
Fuckin' wit' jakes, yapping away
Dropping jewels now I'm here to regulate
Dead you on your papes and wait
Put a hole in your face
And you won't be recognized at your wake
Fuckin' snake
Out of order
These motherfuckers cannot manage
Slap 'em up and wrap 'em
Up just like a bandage
Innovative, I animate on the canvas
Work magic, crash the board like Kurt Rambis
On the rebound, sit on the throne
No need to be crowned it's the renown
Get it poppin' soon as I lay the beat down
Steamroller the pebbles level the street down
Impossible for me to turn the heat down
The switch broke circle through a cloud of
Marijuana spliff smoke
Clip though, I bully foot over tracks
You tip-toe
Display butter flavor like a rich Nabisco
I punch hit's
Working with my fists like Klit'schko
I rapidly pitch, gorilla pimp
Open handedly slap a bitch
Material sewn without a stitch
Gets me riches, diamonds, cars, valuables
How we do
Your crusty foot's not equipped to fit
Inside of my Bally shoe
I roll up to keep the doctor away
I never met Doc Drew but met Doc Dre
Never Doc J in my '86 weapons
To every session
Shot the lane and lit the entrance
It's E to the V
I see myself like the world does
Picture that can't stand still
Until the world buzz
The riddle never solved till
He stated the solution
Before drug smuggle you was
Covered in pollution
Runnin' round town without a buzz
Until you got one
Spot blown like he never had an option
Buildin' up the base in empty
Lots that pop up
The new sheriff got a shotgun
Yo I ain't makeshift and this is
Coming straight from the basement
We are the best, nothing in
Life will ever change, kid
You never know when the table turn aces
Trading places, Kenny Powers, K-Swiss
Uh uh
It's that shit it's that hardcore shit
Uh who is it?
It's the secondhand record man
Blowin' smoke in your face
You catchin' second hand
Make you choke off the toke like a bowtie
I smoke the hash every day, look I'm so high
Alchemist chop the beat like, oh my
We got another hit straight out the goldmine
In New York I make a phone call and go get it
In California I just walk up
In the fuckin' clinic and get medicated
Smoke a blunt and start meditating
Criss Angel levitating, I'm dedicating
This to all beat diggers and
Groupies that sleep with us
After the show, peace bitches
Grab the Henny, we goin' back to the telly
I'ma urine on your face and take
A crap on your belly
And do the R kelly, now take a shower, ho
It's too powerful
You know how it is
When you're walkin' down the corner
Kickin' it on maron doner
Streets is hotter than a sauna
Don't matter if you in New York or California
It's all about making that payola
And if you try to stunt we're gonna run
Up on ya on some Dirty Harry shit
You try to pull a fast one
Fuck around hold your fam for ransom
Smash you in your face with a 44 Magnum
To all the fake cats try'na hate
Cocksuckers bragging like they got that cake
You ain't an OG from the old school
Bitch nigga broke the number one rule
Fuckin' wit' jakes, yapping away
Dropping jewels now I'm here to regulate
Dead you on your papes and wait
Put a hole in your face
And you won't be recognized at your wake
Fuckin' snake
Out of order
These motherfuckers cannot manage
Slap 'em up and wrap 'em
Up just like a bandage
Innovative, I animate on the canvas
Work magic, crash the board like Kurt Rambis
On the rebound, sit on the throne
No need to be crowned it's the renown
Get it poppin' soon as I lay the beat down
Steamroller the pebbles level the street down
Impossible for me to turn the heat down
The switch broke circle through a cloud of
Marijuana spliff smoke
Clip though, I bully foot over tracks
You tip-toe
Display butter flavor like a rich Nabisco
I punch hit's
Working with my fists like Klit'schko
I rapidly pitch, gorilla pimp
Open handedly slap a bitch
Material sewn without a stitch
Gets me riches, diamonds, cars, valuables
How we do
Your crusty foot's not equipped to fit
Inside of my Bally shoe
I roll up to keep the doctor away
I never met Doc Drew but met Doc Dre
Never Doc J in my '86 weapons
To every session
Shot the lane and lit the entrance
It's E to the V
I see myself like the world does
Picture that can't stand still
Until the world buzz
The riddle never solved till
He stated the solution
Before drug smuggle you was
Covered in pollution
Runnin' round town without a buzz
Until you got one
Spot blown like he never had an option
Buildin' up the base in empty
Lots that pop up
The new sheriff got a shotgun
Yo I ain't makeshift and this is
Coming straight from the basement
We are the best, nothing in
Life will ever change, kid
You never know when the table turn aces
Trading places, Kenny Powers, K-Swiss