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Black Rob - Spanish Fly lyrics
Black Rob] Yo look clown I come through bully down Keep thinkin that you hard take a look around I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain And when it go down my hoes do the same thing We all in the same game, we all willin to bang Ain't nobody going against the grain, so take aim B.R.'s evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real You rather bet'cha life than face me I mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee Black the feindest, this title I hold I won't relinquish And this type shit you shouldn't sting wish And one phone call and I'll extinquish, I mean this you seen this Blue steel fo-fo the caliber, Excalibur, Im'a destroy my next challenger B. Rob high post MC, quick to spray Raid on the roach MC So don't be apporachin me without the cross and rosary Who this nigga 'pose to be, I blast him in the open beef Damn Black, how you do that der? 'Cuz we..dont..care, I'll take 'em there Chorus: Jennifer Lopez Last night, I dreamed of some more dough Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro (I'll take 'em there) Last night I realized I'm dreaming Too late now, guess I'll finish what I started baby [Black Rob] Y'all niggas heard the first verse no doubt shit bangin Verse two make sure none of y'all left hangin Got honies lovin this shit too, one wit'choo Long as you know my pants don't fit'choo Money good look, understand why he shook Shit I'm rich, face all up in the Guiness Book Check, all the records I set, its major Check, that the sets I wreck with flavor Fuck that cajun, guns stay bond cock ?Boiler on lock? hold shit down like Fort Knox Man, knock the rhyme unorthadox What'cha barely understand, shit I deal with the L.O.X. Give me the props, Im tryin set a mark this year And bring the equipment out to the parks this year So y'all could see how it used to be I'm lookin towards the future see Black here to stay, its time y'all got used to me Puff said Black ain't tryin to fit in Up and down the coast can't count the spots I've been in Put'cha bid in Chours [Black Rob] I hit a ??? if my name was Teddy Bender hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blenda' I want ch'all to feel hardcore, nothin tenda' Blessed this mic for as long as I remember Y'all can't see the Rob, uh-uhh, y'all must be stupid If I owe Shawn Combs any money then I recouped it I looped it, this fly shit from ?Nebogada? Me and Yogi and Hard Pierre from You Dont Know Me I dare you to come against me, run against me Use your gun against me, you finito, finished I've seen wild cats diminished, foldin for, Bad Boy's known to ball Internationally, I'm sayin actually I have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casually So, prepare yourself for the storm, Nineteen-nine-nine its on And I'm just gettin warm Chorus |
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