BO2 (Intro) (Album Version Explicit)

Letra de BO2 (Intro) (Album Version Explicit)

Check it out, yoI be like yiggy, yes y'all, doctor on call I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall Got flow like the rappers in Great George Got weed? I got blunt, My name JamalI pause, flick the ash from my L I pause like Run and Jason Mizell The emcee is me, host for the night Papa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the micI choke a bitch out and my gwap ain't correct Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque I love trucks but drop-tops is the best From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch meHa ha, she like red so cool Any nigga after me, it's a deja vu Doc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes Just watch how a one tonner made a move, dig itHop in my truck and roll up the window Ayo, you know what you in for Once we turn the corner, light up the endo Ayo, ayo, ayoOh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk Ayo, ayo, ayoWho these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall? Mama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog Me, I want a lil' somethin', y'all could have it all I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my drawsThat's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin' floor With ten per cent method, only plug somethin' poor And still I keep it funky like four plus one more Get this money like 'In God We Trust', trust your boyIt's a given, livin' this life it was written Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missing Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition Then get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip andMammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his primeNow hop in my truck and roll up the window Ayo, you know what you in for Once we turn the corner, light up the endo Ayo, ayo, ayoOh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk Ayo, ayo, ayoYo, I got my swagger on and I feel great Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases I network on MySpace real late Hoping my apple make me another Bill GatesAround my crib, look how I live I'm a slob but crip niggas say I get biz Anywhere I did a show women sayin' that I'm So amazingYeah, another mic, another night and the day's end Another heist, another kite in the state pen My state business shit, y'all dudes just break wind New York nigga, either you're made mice or made menI do the dirt that keep my hand on the work I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt My aim one since day one stop How many shots will it take to make son drop?Hop in my truck and roll up the window Ayo, you know what you in for Once we turn the corner, light up the endo Ayo, ayo, ayoOh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk Ayo, ayo, ayoHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey