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Lights Out Lyrics - Artist : Forever M.C. x It's Different
[Passionate MC:]
Oh my Oh my You see, we gotta hop in the game and show 'em We can do what they do but a little bit better You know what I mean? What up Hop I just got up off the phone with my nigga Hopsin He was like: "How long till you think it's dropping?" What's dropping? You talking 'bout my album bih? And that pushed me to the edge of the balcony Dove in it, rose winnin', no sippin' with the toes drippin' I was flow switching with the gold shivering 'Cause he whole fishering what's the go-getter With the pages to write, aim till it dry Made a new rhyme, laid it on the mic I continue the game until it was high Even further than the fame and the lights Stop boy ima show you what I got boy All my niggas rocking we gon' get it popping On the day this album drop boy Everybody gonna play you right I remember when I hate the light Take advice everything you gotta sacrifice And put the work in every day and night Timing on the clock Timing on the clock See the grind and never stop See the grind and never stop Woah hey watch me thinking up the plot Hey finger licking with the pot Hey trigger finger with the shot Hey hit it for the go with a little bit of pain when they get it through the smoke Give it up the pain in the middle of the show 'cause he never been afraid of whatever they expose Gotta make a name stick in my own lane While they get the propane gotta better let it explode Then I can get in my zone letting my enemies know I'm in control oh no he didn't flip Holy moly with the script That's so meek get the sweep fuck a rolly on a wrist I work solely on this shit Overdosing with the strip Grip the P rest in peace No emotion with the hits boy, boy, boy No emotion with the hits boy [Hopsin:] Yeah Yeah Yeah Ya Yo Passionate gimme the track I'm smashing it I'm backing this you can't forget Then I'm handing motherfuckers their asses again And you know I'm only repping Los Angeles We savages, and we ain't to play with Y'all done dug a new grave to lay in I played your mixtape it ain't amazing I saved the game my new tape just came in I just hate to say that my swag is on God Why you motherfuckers always acting so soft? Where your bitch at? I snatch her clothes off then smash the hoe raw then doze off (sorry, sorry) She just the rebound I lost my mind and its nowhere to be found Fucking with me then you will catch a beat down You better keep 911 on the speed dial I been on dumb shit Mentally dysfunction from being locked in the dungeon Don't make assumptions when a nigga on stage I can make 'em get down like lunges Yes it's true solo I don't rep a crew Niggas like: "Who the heck are you?" I dropped in from a spaceship and wrecked the roof Hold up nigga you tryna step to who? We don't wanna give it to a nigga who don't got a brain All I do is cause misery I don't know what happened to your career It's weird, it disappeared, it's an unsolved mystery I can do this all day bro I'm a volcano you should all lay low Niggas claim they a boss on a small payroll Man I pull up to the scene and take all they hoes [The Boy Illinois:] Running up a check like an incline Double cup mix the ether with the enzymes No handouts had to hand a hand mine No cell gotta hit me with the landline I'm from the crip though, that's east side Got white color crime on visa Got the emblem looking like a peace sign Slow kills murder on the street side Lakeshore no sea side Left-handed if I ever needed drive On average I get it in the meantime Comes from the media and but I never seen sides Get 'em to mo to the team shine Just try to do it all season, 'cause I'm seasoned Got most of my game from the pimps and the preachers Sipping Perrier and I stay lacy But I'm never tired like Kevin Gates With a nation on seventh straight I pray to Allah like everyday 'Cause a nigga lie like everyday At the same time he speakin' of the place 3 piece suit with the Mary K And he got it kicked back like Mary J |
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