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The Dove Shack - Freestyle lyrics
2 Scoops- Yeah, my mind get complex like sex nigga Scoop is on the microphone and I gets wrecked can I wreck this, from Long Beach to Texas I be rollin through the hood in a Lexus (is that what you do) Perfection is the way that I gets really wicked Dove Shack in the house muthafucka come to kick it stick it, pick it up a little bit I have some dope on my mind and I got rid of it Bo Roc- Watch out now here I come, here I come as I step up to the microphone snappin suckers like a chicken bone Long Beach be my home and the chrome that I pack I used to chill on the West Side at The Dove Shack on Delta, helter skelter, have you ever felt a nigga run through your ass like Alka Seltzer or ex lax, never lax on my skills packs my steel C Knight- So, you gets mashed like potatoes you can't fade those muthafuckaz from the shack with the big guns like that so back the fuck up as we act the fuck up lettin you niggaz know straight whats goin down so niggaz I clown I surround you with the gang rollin black and gold afforded niggaz I'm straight strollin to equips like the see I never slip because I'm doper, doper, see I'm straight broke ya 2 Scoops- Is that what you is? Cuz I handle my biz and its regularly niggaz can't get with me cuz I was simply, ass on the curb as I swerve in my Cutlass might be a bucket, I got a dick suck it really quick bitch and get yo ass on your way S to the C double O-P with the shack dont play delay, no way like a plane comin through Dove Shack's in the house droppin VooDoo Bo Roc- See when I grab the microphone MCs I be breakin em off I leave em lost, excuse me I have to cough ah, back again when I bend like a rainbow this ain't no game hoe, I show no shame when it come to rippin the track in fact, its the shack right up in your face get a little taste of the bass like a ace, a little spade when I'm laid parlay, parlay when I come spittin lyrics with no delay C Knight- Its this nigga thats full of mystery I leave your ass in history if you fuckin wit me, pissin me off I toss you, a fuckin cross the room sweet niggaz I bring fuckin crews, and fools doom sit, I drops bombs here and there, everywhere I go see I grabs the microphone like this and straight catch the flow flows, I shows, no love for them hoes and, I got my pocket on fat to the store I go 2 Scoops- You best a watch out you best a watch out for the automatic we got skills that be flippin like a acrobatic magic it gets cuz VooDoo isn't in me can't you send me ass to the G Funk Era double dare a nigga to step without a gat kept in a safe place his ass will get erased like an eraser, mace and shit, that I be like droppin never stoppin, so wont you come and rob him Bo Roc- In other words, you get served, with that dope shit when I come with that muthafuckin shit that leave you hung by the rope by top, got that funky funky fuckin funkin fuckin style and I'll, peel the muthafuckin on the real Ice boy steel nerve is a muthafuckin blurp when I swerve to the curb I'm tweakin off herb when a muthafucka count my spread they shit I serve like a waiter, and get grey later on the car fader, I hate a perpetraitor aid up beat up beat up need a muthafuckin killa C Knight- So, menace to murder tactic skills like this I'll serve ya bring yo ass on, pack up the crew step to the niggaz thats always sportin blue true to what I does hit the weed to catch the buzz was I there, I dont know still feelin fly so please dont try you might die where you standin loaded, I'm landin to the chin so please dont pretend 2 Scoops- As my freestyle run free like a nigga gettin out the pen cheat you like a rainbow muthafucka den I'm bout to bend your whole structure, you can't fuck with my bustin niggaz I be rushin, always kickin up dust and I'm never lackin on them skills, and my mind is on swo nigga, I roll, and I like to hold, 50's in my pocket that eye I will sock it, blastin to all the spots just like a rocket Bo Roc- Function function, whats yo function when I'm rollin on a busta I'm straight dumpin dont need no muthafuckin car for a drive-by never will I fly by, might as well I'm high sigh ahh, thats what I do when I'm like strollin, rollin that be my game when I hang, I bang, and slang muthafuckin cabby, a pimp daddy dont need no caddy to play no playa, playa hata I cannot fade ya Shit, we got it funky than a muthafucka in here you know what I'm sayin, and shit its like stankin and shit shits just stankin all up in this muthafucka Its what I do best, please dont test or you might find a Smith and Wess, god bless (and rest in peace |
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