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Da 5 Footaz
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It's been six years of rapping and I still ain't a star
I still got a bus pass 'cause I can't afford a car
Keeping my head up but I'm fed up with this job at Pizza Hut
Mom's tripping about my grades in school
Back then didn't give a fuck, just joined a group
'Cause I thought I knew the scoop
Manager's dicking in my loot
He's got to get the boot camp, well I'm back to my basics
Strolling through my hood in my brand new Asics
But it ain't changed, they got they crews, we got our crews
Some bitches approached me, wanted me to come out my shoes
I told her I'm top like Rom' and so I stay calm
But for my face they rearranged, words were exchanged and I bombed
I regained consciousness and raised up off the concrete
Shoes still on my feet but the traps took my link
Running through the jungles, got to Crenshaw made a left and
Hit Leimert Park looking for a Smith and Wesson
I'm guessing, nah, let's hit the club, there's beef to pick
Grabbed up on my foot a stick to move and then moved a stick
Five dollars before ten, it's 9:56
The search in my upper body just changed between my thigh high
I'm lit, I can see 'em clearer than Canadian sparkling water
Slaughter, murder be ordered
There they go, there they go, running for the back door
We beat they ass, beat they ass 'til we couldn't beat no more
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
In the industry, saucy styles willingly just prowl
Through crowds on the DL but yet it's so loud
Voices, them choices get prevented by them oyster niggas
Hard on the outside but inside, let's figure
Pause, no time for frauds, move on, accept applause
Straight to the stage, it's time to get paid and beyond
In my world all MCs are fond of each other
Wackness gets smothered by artistry
So as I zone across the room won't you just pardon me
(Excuse me, what, what?)
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
Switch to murder mode and start to hurl
Boomerangs on the tips that be fanged
So the venom can get in 'em and do they own thang
You're left to hang like a virgin never done
Born with no obligation but of course I have to lunge
At your lungs if the wackness is sprung
Leave your vocal chords stunned
Then exit out your eardrum, my job is over
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
Now what's popping? I've shown my colors like Anthony Hopkins
Ladies and gentlemen be flocking like birds getting served
When it comes to herbs I gotta go get it then I hit it
Elevate my mind, what I'm inclined to say then I spit it
Get it? Got it? Good, let's make it understood
Understand, episodes of B-girls throughout the land
And it don't stop 'til I'm weeded, feeling heated
Under pressure, mission be needed
See I was greeted by a pack of wildcats
Lyrically strapped panthers, to be exact
Prepare for combat, beyond sick on this track
Look-alike rats, they get snatched from the back
Fully exposed, didn't know I had it sewed
Universal when I be rhyming 'round the globe
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here, here, here we go"
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
Carry this load, this is an episode of a B-girl
"Hot damn, ho, here we go again"
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