The Beatnuts, Problemz, Armaretta - My Music lyrics
[The Beatnuts, Problemz, Armaretta - My Music lyrics]
Some incredible shit
Some incredible shit uhh
Twist that baby up in here
'Ey yo Big Psych
What up, what up mami
Get on the mic and rock the MIC
Light a hell up, puff to my eyes swell up
When it comes to the green we got hell up
Bang you with the music
Or bang you accapella
Like my shorty ran up, said get the cheddar
I'm making to much I'm getting
Hated by the tela i'm making so much I'm
Getting customized leather
Brand new shoes, twenty-twos and better
So I pass those talking birds like berreta
Heavy rotation like a propeller
Every station saying this is
Something you never never heard before
So crank it up and hit the art-core
Yo, yo next up
Yo I believe that's me
Armaretta, Rock the MIC
Invisible being gangster on the game
If this about hottest bitch then
You know my name
See me in the street better bring the theme
Brooklyn representitive, the road to fame
I sit back, laid back thinking 'bout all
My gats spittin' host to your cat man
As long being tapped man
In the club my niggas never left me
Go be getting out with knives
Cuz security ain't checking
Thread me stupid better think twice
He don't know how I get when
I'm in the bar nice
Hot licks no ice, everything look right
Here dun hold tight I dig
Hopping ass hoes man as
Build and see life's about getting paid
About getting laid
At the hard getting sprayed
BK build up, white fox silled up
You expect us to live six hundred a crib
Now who's next
Yo I believe that's me
Passing the tree to Armaretta
Ripping it constantly
I specialize in distributing raw sixteens
Tokem faries sending emcees out the frame
Like pigeons of my x-game
Intoxicated demon over skeemon
Only hit the key to club jumping
Niggas in there trucks dumping
Mammis look that jump and
Then they truck humping jumping in my whip
All on my dick
It's flash booties like watertheme amusement
Jump on her producers
Hit the exit, the tunes is dumb soft
My lungs cough
Opens allergies and metaphoric
Parafurnelly or lyrically taking care of you
Who else could it be
But that nigga named Problemz
Alias capping camons with the flif
Up in your feelings
Be easy and fall back like an extra
And don't be extra, or catch extras
And see your extra large fitted
Whenever I spit it automaticly
And quit it problemo
Fowl pass me the demo's next up
Some incredible shit uhh
Twist that baby up in here
'Ey yo Big Psych
What up, what up mami
Get on the mic and rock the MIC
Light a hell up, puff to my eyes swell up
When it comes to the green we got hell up
Bang you with the music
Or bang you accapella
Like my shorty ran up, said get the cheddar
I'm making to much I'm getting
Hated by the tela i'm making so much I'm
Getting customized leather
Brand new shoes, twenty-twos and better
So I pass those talking birds like berreta
Heavy rotation like a propeller
Every station saying this is
Something you never never heard before
So crank it up and hit the art-core
Yo, yo next up
Yo I believe that's me
Armaretta, Rock the MIC
Invisible being gangster on the game
If this about hottest bitch then
You know my name
See me in the street better bring the theme
Brooklyn representitive, the road to fame
I sit back, laid back thinking 'bout all
My gats spittin' host to your cat man
As long being tapped man
In the club my niggas never left me
Go be getting out with knives
Cuz security ain't checking
Thread me stupid better think twice
He don't know how I get when
I'm in the bar nice
Hot licks no ice, everything look right
Here dun hold tight I dig
Hopping ass hoes man as
Build and see life's about getting paid
About getting laid
At the hard getting sprayed
BK build up, white fox silled up
You expect us to live six hundred a crib
Now who's next
Yo I believe that's me
Passing the tree to Armaretta
Ripping it constantly
I specialize in distributing raw sixteens
Tokem faries sending emcees out the frame
Like pigeons of my x-game
Intoxicated demon over skeemon
Only hit the key to club jumping
Niggas in there trucks dumping
Mammis look that jump and
Then they truck humping jumping in my whip
All on my dick
It's flash booties like watertheme amusement
Jump on her producers
Hit the exit, the tunes is dumb soft
My lungs cough
Opens allergies and metaphoric
Parafurnelly or lyrically taking care of you
Who else could it be
But that nigga named Problemz
Alias capping camons with the flif
Up in your feelings
Be easy and fall back like an extra
And don't be extra, or catch extras
And see your extra large fitted
Whenever I spit it automaticly
And quit it problemo
Fowl pass me the demo's next up