Like how you gone be hood when your job is good? Yo Check, I'm on time and if that ain't rhymin' I'm a half to give these kids a whole other assignment
budget Like how you gone be hood when your job is good? Yo Check, I'm on time and if that ain't rhymin' I'm a half to give these kids a whole other assignment
. is little Alabama They walk and they talk with a country grammar And you think everybody else sound country So they started callin' 'em Bamas Down south where we buy them hammers
m comin' comin' comin' comin', out for the night And I'm up to somethin' somethin' somethin' somethin' flyer than rights? Brothers, colours as bright Is that who I think it is? Tell the kids
[Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above
a nigga or catch these vapours Smooth melodic, cool water with butters on Got beef with a nigga, save that for another song Paz on point so he putting his brothers
Me and my best friend Lillian And her blue tick hound dog Gideon, Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade Singin every song the radio played
back rod, from high school that was always drunk once again we're livin high school days you know those wasted days of the old hammered friends that
Aight cool, I got you Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother - my
a little rank and more fame You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump So instead of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture You know the brothers
Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools Rollin' down like dice in Yahtzee fool I "Just do it" like Nike, outta 'Bama With ten kids with hammers, hooked
get in they system It get 'em out on a quest for stardom Could be a motherfuckin' problem in Philly Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem Kids call theyself killers let they hammers
Royce Da 5'9") [Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My
It get 'em out on a quest for stardom, could be a motherfuckin problem in Philly, Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem Kids call theyself killers let they hammers
.9, tech, banana, mac clips Go 'head and act sick, mac spits, backflips That rich, a half a million dollars in the mattress Stickup kids outside, tell 'em "ah it's cool
(Emmylou Harris) Me and my best friend Lillian And her blue tick hound dog Gideon, Sittin on the front porch cooling in the shade Singin every song the
grammar And you think everybody else sound country, so they get started, started callin 'em "Bama Down south where we buy them hammers, down south where
