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J-W, E- DOUBLE S Don't We Double Best Tracks Tear Holes In Ya Bubble Vests Trouble..Yes..when ya hear tha words Bang this from the city til im near the 'burbs [Hook (Kulaia & J Wess)] Bang This In Da Club (Imma spray the joint) And If u wanna get loud (you gotta play this joint) No Dress Code, No Guest Lists, No Charge (A small change, but i must stress this, im so LAARGE!) Bang This In Da Club (Imma spray the joint) And If u wanna get loud (you can't fade the joint) And yo, this is for tha wannabe riders with no cars I'd be just like you if i wasn't so LAARGE! [Verse 1 (MC Digga)] Id bet you'd like to know what happens when the lights go off The mic go off, don't even try to fight the force Im tryin to lock it down globally like microsoft Blaze tracks, but ive never been the type to floss Wipe the floors with fake ass rappers, they aint moving the crowd I showed you before, plus im proving it now (and smoothing it out) I still bring the ruckus to this and while you home on the couch (i stay up in the mix) You got a bad attitude, that's something to fix Im gettin love from ya crew, coz they be pumpin my dick Think nothing of this, i could do it my sleep YA FEEL So while you non-talent muhfuckers keep shit real I keep shit still to stay on point, till im paid the oint Bangin the club, my lyrics spray the joint Keep the dance floor wet so you can get ya slide on So why track this hit, watch me get my glide on [Hook] [Verse 2 (MC Digga)] Check my comand of the english language it's expansive At a club with drink bars, new kicks, new chicks to dance with That's not my most of operandi, understand, I Redefine the role of the villian, respect the bad guy Award winning sentences, acclaimed critical lyrical Most of ya'll just spit generical references Its very circuitous, 360 degrees in fact Breeze through ya down and leave with my steeds in tact With ease i rap, you chopping mad takes for a verse Bullshit punches, my hunches, you should wait and rehearse Stop i heard the hot shit and your not it You need to cop this, steady drop this, heavy rock shit Its over, HUH, ya'll aint heard, im the deacon of words Freaking the verb, while you speaking absurd Take some decent reserve, with foot soldiers with balls big as boulders To move obstacles so save your acting for the movie [Hook] [Verse 3 (MC Digga)] Yo rapping is dead, i don't spit, i flow Flip the script, nahh, stick to the shit you know The clique you owe, and dick you blow belong to me Got ya shit on to me, my word is Bond like Sean Connery Ladies still feel me when im 75 Point oh 9 with no license, still ready to drive I study the vibe, it's like that R&B classic, track shit Rappers act spastic, when i flash hits So merge ya words with virgin herbs Aint my function, don't wanna keep the peace, i'd rather punch em Straight hard hits of the target, im never sprayin Came in here with my fist in ya mouth, so what u saying I aint claimed the shit, you haters stay on the dick All you do is talk about us, naysayin the clique, im saying ya sick Gastro interitis and all that flowing tight as the format [Hook]
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