The Ill Spoken - Gotcha Opin lyrics

Yeah, let's get it on
Like switch it to everlong (To everlong)
It's been a long time, but shit
I'ma get along see, some cats nice
But some'll just spit it wrong
You see me, in a minute I'm gone, what I'm on
You got sweet hips, bitch, yeah
I lust for that (Lust for that)
But the music do me right
She never fussin' back (Fussin' back)
The game loves me, I love it back
I gets down with the sound all day
Makin' love to tracks (Love to tracks)
Girl, I ain't tryna turn you down like that
(Like that) i just wanna bring it
Bring it round out back (Out back)
The soundtrack smack
Feel the bass drum thumpin'
Bump into the grind, and I'll dump it
It's pumpin' through my veins
That's somethin' runnin' when it's Russian
I could work a job or
Make a hundred dollars hustlin'
That's the choice that I make
In this life I live
I wanna ball, fuck a wife and kids
Know what I'm sayin'?

We got ya open from the contact
Back with a bomb track (Yo)
Shit that be y'all back
(Duck down) Duck down if you
Don't wander with me
You fuck around, then you done, sucka MC's
(Duck down) yeah, don't front, motherfucker
Don't sleep
'Cause, I'm probably gon' creep under covers
(Haha, Duck down) yeah
They heard the rest but they ain't heard us
(Yo) they heard the track
Asked him how he get away with murder
(Listen, yo, yo)

Mac doesn't play this
What they ask me to say
'Cause, I've been rappin' since way
Way back in the day
Infant me that be spittin'
In my mom's stomach
Ooh, I be rollin' up Dutches, gettin' blunted
(That's what's up)
I was summoned to this Earth with
With dozens of blunts amongst
A hundred different verses
Messin' with profession 'til I'm
Restin' in my casket (Yup)
Blessin' mics left and right, I'm rap's
Gone from this hash
On some puff and puff and pass shit
Ayo, this blunt's need to tell
Me where the ash is
Sweet, sweet memory, beat and the melody
Hip-hop is not defeatin' all my enemies
But, me and Beedie like Luigi and Mario
Growin' up
Hip-Hop bumpin' through the stereo
Look, what now? Haters need to duck down
(Yup) 'Cause me and Beedie chillin'
Posted above the ground

We got ya open from the contact
Back with a bomb track
Shit that be y'all back
(Duck down) Duck down if you
Don't wander with me
You fuck around, then you done, sucka MC's
(Duck down) yeah, don't front, motherfucker
Don't sleep
'Cause, I'm probably gon' creep under covers
(Duck down) yeah
They heard the rest but they ain't heard us
They heard the track
Asked him how he get away with murder
(Murder)

But they ain't heard us
They heard the track
Asked him how he get away with murder
Yeah, uh, haha
Yeah, man, DJ Diggz and Rated R
This is How High: The Mixtape, motherfuckers
Ya heard? Beedie and Easy Mac, man
What you gon' do about it?
Yeah, what up, Fred Dog?
Peace to Big Will, Dollar Bill
Charlie, what up
Man? Holdin' it down in Philly and shit
Shit, y'all don't know about
The 'Burgh though, man
We comin' up, for real
Doin' what the fuck we do, ya heard?
What up? Ayo