Theodore Unit, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, Solomon Ray, Du-Lilz - Pass the Mic lyrics
[Theodore Unit, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah, Trife Diesel, Solomon Ray, Du-Lilz - Pass the Mic lyrics]
Ya'll muthafuckas know who this be
It's Theodore, yo
Let me hear somethin' my nigga
Let me hear something
We the champion, we spit like
Top of the line hold weight while you still
Push nickel and dime
And my shine hold my stones
Than your local jeweler
More ice than a picnic cooler
Slick Wigs the Ruler round the raincoat
Stash my gat in the car wash
How I got such a smooth flow
But, I spit too harsh
Butter nut squash leather, big face cheddar
Don't fuck with no groupie
Hid in a high school sweater
We rope rats, roll money stuffed in stacks
Rock show after show, and don't claim no tax
Got custom deep pockets and my pimpin' slacks
And my tephlon shirt, in case they got gats
Yo Wigs, this is Theodore
You know how we rock it
Trife Da God
Show these niggas why they ain't poppin'
I'm not enthused, by these rap dudes
All in they videos, posin' half nude
With all of them tattoos
Til I blacken they eyes and
Have them lookin' like raccoon
Now they stuck tail
Stuffed in they ass like a baboon
I do you dirty like a table chop
And the blocks on fire
These niggas be rockin' more wires
Than a cable box
Hit you with a fatal shot, lay you to rest
Get your cradle rocked
By two Glocks aimed to your chest
They say it's deep
And never lose his stripes
Well put his ass in a cage with this iron
Bet he lose his life
I'm a beast like Priest Holmes
Keep spittin' them weak poems
And I'mma wreck you and straight
Disconnect you like cheap phones
You can ride for you team
And die with the marines
For tryin' to intervene
While I'mma tryin' to get this CREAM
Aiyo, knick knack patty wack, light up
Twist a fatty jack four shotties
And playin' them lobbies where
Those cracks be at stay foul, break vows
Niggas sniff gun pow-der
Check my caliber, make sure it register
Bring forth your head and
Stuff, don't wanna huff, puff
Or cuss, get stuffed in little bags
Like angel dust
Check out the bangle cuts, double rocks
Tangled up
And couples got bubbles, in the tub
Lightin' the double Dutch
Hey, hey hey Ghostface and Donna Jay
Trife Dies', Killa Bamz, Wigs
Kryme got the yay'
All day, all up in your hood like court dates
Concealed heat
Like a sheep dog or a NorthFace
Small space, more bass, polly like shore bait
Molly got four trays
And pinned dog with raw haze
Just like the old days, Willie Mays
With a low cut fade
Duster play the Giant, when I'm on stage
Pretty Tone, yeah I see you in the cockpit
Donna Jay
Put his face in the dirt like an ostrich
Nah, I don't really have to
Spit nothin' to complex
I just rep for my hood, and it sound correct
It's mic checka, Juan Don, in the place to be
And I be playin' on these
Tracks, like one, two, three
One some Theodore shit, like it once was me
With the laid back shit, like the country be
Bone the hoes, all the time
Smoke blunts with G
Goon Squad Hooligans, got fronts in Jeeps
Why you jealous muthafuckas gotta
Jump my beats
Trife Diesel and Ghostface dump they heats
In your face, real hard
Straight lump they meats
Won't sell cracks to you
But, I pump the streets
And tear pussy out the frame
While you hump the sheets
And I know ya'll niggas hate
And can't wait til I'm gone
That's why I keep drivin' on by
Tootin' my horn da da da-de da-duhhhh
It's Theodore, yo
Let me hear somethin' my nigga
Let me hear something
We the champion, we spit like
Top of the line hold weight while you still
Push nickel and dime
And my shine hold my stones
Than your local jeweler
More ice than a picnic cooler
Slick Wigs the Ruler round the raincoat
Stash my gat in the car wash
How I got such a smooth flow
But, I spit too harsh
Butter nut squash leather, big face cheddar
Don't fuck with no groupie
Hid in a high school sweater
We rope rats, roll money stuffed in stacks
Rock show after show, and don't claim no tax
Got custom deep pockets and my pimpin' slacks
And my tephlon shirt, in case they got gats
Yo Wigs, this is Theodore
You know how we rock it
Trife Da God
Show these niggas why they ain't poppin'
I'm not enthused, by these rap dudes
All in they videos, posin' half nude
With all of them tattoos
Til I blacken they eyes and
Have them lookin' like raccoon
Now they stuck tail
Stuffed in they ass like a baboon
I do you dirty like a table chop
And the blocks on fire
These niggas be rockin' more wires
Than a cable box
Hit you with a fatal shot, lay you to rest
Get your cradle rocked
By two Glocks aimed to your chest
They say it's deep
And never lose his stripes
Well put his ass in a cage with this iron
Bet he lose his life
I'm a beast like Priest Holmes
Keep spittin' them weak poems
And I'mma wreck you and straight
Disconnect you like cheap phones
You can ride for you team
And die with the marines
For tryin' to intervene
While I'mma tryin' to get this CREAM
Aiyo, knick knack patty wack, light up
Twist a fatty jack four shotties
And playin' them lobbies where
Those cracks be at stay foul, break vows
Niggas sniff gun pow-der
Check my caliber, make sure it register
Bring forth your head and
Stuff, don't wanna huff, puff
Or cuss, get stuffed in little bags
Like angel dust
Check out the bangle cuts, double rocks
Tangled up
And couples got bubbles, in the tub
Lightin' the double Dutch
Hey, hey hey Ghostface and Donna Jay
Trife Dies', Killa Bamz, Wigs
Kryme got the yay'
All day, all up in your hood like court dates
Concealed heat
Like a sheep dog or a NorthFace
Small space, more bass, polly like shore bait
Molly got four trays
And pinned dog with raw haze
Just like the old days, Willie Mays
With a low cut fade
Duster play the Giant, when I'm on stage
Pretty Tone, yeah I see you in the cockpit
Donna Jay
Put his face in the dirt like an ostrich
Nah, I don't really have to
Spit nothin' to complex
I just rep for my hood, and it sound correct
It's mic checka, Juan Don, in the place to be
And I be playin' on these
Tracks, like one, two, three
One some Theodore shit, like it once was me
With the laid back shit, like the country be
Bone the hoes, all the time
Smoke blunts with G
Goon Squad Hooligans, got fronts in Jeeps
Why you jealous muthafuckas gotta
Jump my beats
Trife Diesel and Ghostface dump they heats
In your face, real hard
Straight lump they meats
Won't sell cracks to you
But, I pump the streets
And tear pussy out the frame
While you hump the sheets
And I know ya'll niggas hate
And can't wait til I'm gone
That's why I keep drivin' on by
Tootin' my horn da da da-de da-duhhhh