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Correct S.N.O.R.T Lyrics
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Boldy James & The Alchemist
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[Intro: Boldy James] Chemist Bojack G. I. Back to that one-way Where we at with it? Ugh 227 Block wakes Let's get it [Verse 1: Boldy James] I'm making short-term goals, make the work turn pro (Yeah) Started with some diamonds in the rough, just a lump of coal Snipe a nigga soul, lil' Joseph, he'll hug the pole Wipe a nigga nose for his Rol' and them Buffalos Swiping customs, selling blows, running through them 'bows How you loving those? Never told on none of my bros I be on the road, ducking patrol, coming through the toll (Yeah) Tryna keep it low, but Lord knows, I need to move this load Shoot through the O, on 75, set the cruise control It's moving too slow? Give it to Taj, he gon' move it whole (Drugstore) It ain't what you know, it's who you know, plug toot his nose Every time it touch, it put me right back in the Super Bowl (Back in the game) No, this ain't Kweli; that was Hi-Tech in that juice I poured On my mama stove with a Pyrex full of sushi roll I hit it with them ice chips and ramen noodle bowls (Ugh) It harden up and turn into a block, looked like the soup was cold [Interlude: Freddie Gibbs and Sample] The Los Angeles Firing Squad now must come Yeah, us original [?] Unfadeable Fred V12s Crime lord, it's the [?] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Ayo, vvses super-froze, coupe ain't got no roof or doors (Nah nah) My uncle and my partner test my dope, he got a stupid nose And lately, I been curving groupie hoes, but I get stupid-chose 'Bout to drop a thousand in my 'Rex, I whip the Super Bowl Them foreign cars, I'm bored with 'em 'Bout to toss that [?] in them Fuck a whip, I need a space coupe We in Doc drop, in that Delorean (Pyoom!) Michael J. Fox, jumping out the pot, Michael J. Hops Fuck rap, I can shave rocks, these slave-ass rappers can't drop Rolex say I'm on my eighth watch; wait, stop (Yeah) Seven-figure nigga still at the store While my groupies eat Domino's And my Houston hoes getting Pappadeaux's My Dominicano 'bout to drop a load I don't trust a soul, so a nigga drove (Rrrr) Hit the County, I was in the hole With some Black Stones and some Silent Fours I'm checked in, vest in, big bounty, rapper don dada I remember when I seen a rapper do a spot for 1-800-Crimestoppers I remember being on the run Smoking Swisher Sweets up in the Ramada (Yeah) Crime lord or Vice Lord, I'm the Underground King, Godfather Nigga, what [Skit/Outro] [?]
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