Tame One, Sean Price - Haha Da Rah Rah lyrics

Check it it go: Yeah, stop playing
It’s not what you’re saying
It’s what you’re not saying
You’re not saying Sean the best
So now you’re in a pine box, arms folded
Hand across your chest i
Testified, the best is I
Sean Price nice, and all the rest you die
Petrified, bitch niggas scared to
Death i’ll let
The forty-four air your flesh bow!
Underrated, upgraded, updated the flow
Mad nice stop hating the growth
Niggas want to see the veteran flop i put out
Monkey Barz
Now niggas say I’m better than Rock
Niggas act like they’re better than
Pac "All Eyez on Him"
Get ("Pah!") , all nines on him fuck it
Stop jocking the next man
Or catch a hot one in your headband p!

You? You’re on
Some bullshit toro, toro me? I’m known from
Old-school niggas that sell more cookies
Than sell a thorough
From Brick City to borough
Thorough as usual get used to the style more
Corrupted than computer files
The slept-on don, the kept-on phenomenon, I’m
Phenomenal, plus I’m unstoppable
I will follow you
Do what I gotta do like barbeque all of you
Raise the stakes with a bar or two
Bet on the mic like rick Ross
Popping like that young bitch lip gloss
Cough, dip off
Get my shit hit off when I dip off
I just want enough to live off
Not claiming cheese like
Excess you measure success with bling
Ringed bracelets for your necklace
I’ll French-kiss chicks you’re
Only friends with
Hitting what you can’t get
Then I talk shit ‘cause
I hate your chocolate
The total opposite of popping shit
Your insufficient data makes
Your jam approximate, so you
Could catch me at the shark bar
Fishing for bitches with steak
Tartar and caviar and more cabbage
Than the salad bar
Half of y’all want to go half
And have my seed hello!
I R kelly, yellow pee p over G’s
Down on your knees, birds and bees, donkeys
Monkeys, and the trees this is rated triple-X
Fuck you music, so imagine having me back at
The station wagon
Bragging with your shorties

Yo rap murderer, cat burglar
Malcolm X before he converted to Islam
The god Sean shine on my tracks
All of my raps are official
You wishing you could rap like that now
Cypher, y’all niggas is clowns
To pounce like ya
A party in my pants, bitch
And I won’t even like ya listen
My people hot with the beat
P hot on the street
People walk by when cop on the street see
When I rap, y’all niggas take notice
When you rap, niggas notice you’re bogus
Focused on me, Sean Price the brokest emcee
Heroin addict, literally the dopest emcee
Methadon Sean one of the
Best you’re not knowing bust a shot
Now the whole top of your knot explosion
Niggas get frozen, gripping the Fifth, posing
Leave your ass shivering
I’ll deliver this bitch frozen

I want the ends for them ostrich-skin Timbs
And them Ed Hardy
Hoodies and so many girls to
Fuck I smell pudussy
When chicks send me their pics on
Computers with their hooters out
Fit for my taste
So I stay wilding on Myspace
While I chase chickens
I will eventually get ‘em
Get it in, cinnamon
Potpourri puss-puss feminine
Eminem sell female dirty detail emails
Fine then wait ‘til I see
The tail on ‘em i’ll wail
Whale on ‘em like an orca, pork her hole
Call on
The hotties, bling-bling addicts, not white
Green Day green jacket
With the pink, a minute again
Bang any friends
Smack two to the end like ten, Nine to the
TEC, rhymes to the death? It
Depends if I go off
Or to show off how big my balls are the New
Jeru All-Star, none of you win a Clark Bar
Haha, I get busy with Da Rah Rah