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Spanish Fly
Black Rob Feat. Jennifer Lopez
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Man, get the motherfuckin' shit in here before I put-
(Bring the motherfuckin' shit), uh, uh
(And that's Rob), haha
115 and that's straight, y'all, uh
Yo, look clown, I come through, put it down
Keep thinkin' that you hard, take a look around
I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain
And when it go down, my hoes do the same thing
We all in the same game, we all willin' to bang
Ain't nobody going against the grain, so take aim
B.R.'s evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real
You rather bet'cha life than face me
I mean, I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee
Black the fiendish, uh, the title I hold, I won't relinquish (no way)
And this type shit you should distinguish
And one phone call, and I'll extinguish, I mean this you seen this
Blue steel fo-fo the caliber
Excalibur, I'ma destroy my next challenger
B. Rob high post MC, quick to spray Raid on the roach MC
So don't be approachin' me without the cross and rosary
Who this nigga 'pose to be, I blast him in the open beef
Damn, Black, how you do that there?
'Cause we don't care, I'll take 'em there
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some Cristal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro (I'll take 'em there)
That's when I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby
Y'all niggas heard the first verse, no doubt shit bangin'
Verse two make sure none of y'all left hangin
Got honies lovin, this shit too, one wit'choo
Long as you know my pants don't fit'choo
Money good look, understand why he shook
Shit, I'm rich, face all up in the Guinness Book
Check, all the records I set, it's major
Check, that the sets I wreck with flavor
Fuck that Cajun, guns stay bon cock
Boilin' when hot, hold shit down like Fort Knox
Man, knock the rhyme unorthodox
What y'all barely understand, shit I deal with the LOX
Give me the props, I'm tryin' set a mark this year
And bring the equipment out to the parks this year
So y'all could see how it used to be, I'm lookin' towards the future see
Black here to stay, it's time y'all got used to me
Puff said Black ain't tryin' to fit in
Up and down the coast can't count the spots I've been in
Put'cha bid in
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some Cristal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro (bid in)
That's when I realized I'm dreaming (must be dreamin')
Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby
Yo, I hear the beat and swing a note as if my name was Teddy Pender (baby)
Hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blender
I want ch'all to feel hardcore, nothin' tender (bid in)
Blessin' this mic for as long as I remember
Y'all can't see the Rob, uh-uhh, y'all must be stupid
If I owe Sean Combs any money, then I recouped it
I looped it, this fly shit from ni bodega
Me and Yogi and Hard Pierre from You Don't Know Me
I dare you to come against me, run against me
Use your gun against me, you finito, finished
I've seen wild cats diminished
Foldin' for, Bad Boy's known to ball
Internationally, I'm sayin' actually
I have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casually
So, prepare yourself for the storm, nineteen-nine-nine its on
And I'm just gettin' warm
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some Cristal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro
That's when I realized I'm dreaming (dreaming, dreaming)
Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some Cristal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro
That's when I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some Cristal, six pistols
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