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Lyricist: Charles Hamilton
Lyrics:
Yo, take a mintue to relax, lay in the sack With a lady who you may see as black White, Caribbean, or Asian A silly situation
Women make when they stay in your place Layin' in the sack With a lady you may see as black, white You get the picture
Spittin' through the scriptures Interviewin' niggas 'Did you do what you was sent here to do? ' It's clear if it's true, but it's fear if you lose
Game gear when I cruise, stay here in a blues You ain't hear me? Game gear when I cruise, stay here in a blues Or maybe you'll understand when I appear in the news
For smearin' your crews blood, all over Like new mud, get watered down and dirty My shine is too much, cross me and get burned Ku Klux
But y'all niggas know I'm nothin' to touch Jack and the bean stalk, I grew up
Truth kills opposition You lyin' if you say you can see me You still watch and listen Without tryin', I just make it look easy
I'm such an expert Baby holla atcha man I'm such an expert Baby holla atcha man Don't lie to me
Uh, Whoo I got you movin' ya head And if you ain't, then it's okay if I assume that you're dead I know I said, I'm a loser
But I know you heard the hook Truth kills opposition So, no where that I look Do I see a nigga illa
See, a nigga illa 'Cause my fuckin' name starts with a C A nigga zillin' right now Cause I'm spittin' rediculous flames
And the action of openin' your eyes Just invisioning my name Lame, to even try to aim for my brain 'Cause my brain holds everyone in it
I ain't sayin', I'm just sayin' I love everyone and I meant it Even those who wished I was finished Locked with a sentenced
Popped in the fitted Not gonna stop, till my dick is, about to drop In need of stitches, never
So just hop, mind your business Sonic, my team's where the good Sean Kemp is
Truth kills opposition You lyin' if you say you can see me You still watch and listen Without tryin', I just make it look easy
I'm such an expert Baby holla atcha man I'm such an expert Baby holla atcha man Don't lie to me
Watcin' the U.S. Open, from a UFO Feelin' all patriotic like Drew Bledsoe Do let go of the tool let go Gotta pee
My 'Versace hottie' singin' 'Ella' rockin' Donna T Probably not cause 'she got her own thing' Cop a gold ring Domino's brings a Couple of pies up in the sky
It's the truth Why puff on the lye - lie When you up in the sky? Did you forget what we doin' while we doin' this?
I'm too legit, you the shit, even if, you should quit No time for a stupid bitch parenthesis - ass nigga Or anybody that pretend to be that nigga Industry ain't been givin' me flack Cuttin' me slack
A sharp minor could make a B flat And what's in the middle? C I told you. I am not a little, key It's me
You gotta play me first, play me first, then play me first You gotta play me first, play me first, and then play me first I'm like a piano You gotta play me first, play me first, then play me first It's Charles Hamilton
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