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Nonchalant - Crab Rappers lyrics
(chorus) Crab rappers!, You need to shut your mouth you don't want none You need to shut your mouth you don't want none... (verse 1) Yo! stoned is the wake of the walk, I know you feel me My crew might be sway, yo, but I can see you clearly Smilin', while you robbin' me for my stylin' You need to stop, before you find your grave on Long Island I'm pilin', blowin' stacks, closin' racks It's all Non here, over ruffneck tracks I'm on a mission, dismissing, all that ass kissin' Before my lyrics burn a hole in your neck, that's what I'm wishing I'm tapping spines along with your mind Cause I made you feel good when I rocked your whole 'hood My soul run deep, like a crack in the street I keep it real, so you can feel, my true skills 100%, like Absolute, Get gin, you wanna blend with the new trend I got you swaying, whats to say..., You never felt the really real Let me run a tab, and let your ass pay the bill (chorus) (verse 2) Now wait a minute, hold up, you still wanna test me I'm spraying out lyrics like water from a jet-ski Oh no! You're still not stepping Towards the same mic I rocked as soon as I crept in Cause I been doing this thing for a whole lot longer And if you wanna rock the spot, you better funk stronger Keep on, and I'ma have to unleash The true funk baby that ain't nothing but a beast You need practise. then again, it ain't worth it My brain is a computer so that means I'm word perfect Blowin' through the 'hood, just cold knockin' spots off Get nothing but a chicken and Nonchalant's got your hot sauce Play your cards right now you sweat the inner city I got all the diamonds so hard so plus I got the kitty You still wanna test me, you must be gun simple son I kick a funky flow like a bowl of rolled chilli's (chorus) (verse 3) Now put your mind on the matter, to call your next batter I'm knockin' home runs in your ass so what's the matter A' take your time cause the funky rhyme blow your mind Strut my stuff cause I'm so tuff, and hard to find In this maze of amazement I got you cornered Cut your dimes and your nickels cause you know your money's spent Meanwhile back at the ranch, take a chance On this funky head bob that's gonna make you dance Now even the funky chickens who can make up on the twist came in But do the chicken with the twist and you can blend Put your eyes on the prize, we gonna take a ride So deep in your soul you got tears in your eyes You blinded by the light, now can you see me Cause I know that you feel me cause I'm cutting like a knife With the phife, you flow is so weak I call your punk You starvin' for some soul, yo, you need to bite a chunk (chorus) |
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