eMC

Sweet Potato Fries

歌词

The lion broke, the monkey got choked
They all went to hell in a little row boat

Respect is well deserved, our words is power
Only supergroup you ever heard was ours
You need to do community service hours
Or in a box with funeral service flowers
My girl been pregnant a month long
My unborn spit better than you over drums without his lungs formed
We headlining at the garden off of one song
When you referring to the garden, it's your front lawn
Our hat's got the Nets or the Bucks on it
Drinks spilling 'cause the speakers got your cups on it
Had me featured on your song, now the clubs want it
Your songs ain't the jump-off 'til I jump on it
(Serve 'em up) Most of those among us
Folks from home and younger now is toking those this summer
Tampa Bay Lightning be my Oklahoma Thunder
That's the only bad weather doing Coca-Cola numbers

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The lion broke, the monkey got choked
They all went to hell in a little row boat
The water rise, the boat capsize, lies
These guys, sweet potato fries (Serve 'em up)
These guys, sweet potato fries (Serve 'em up)
These guys, sweet potato fries (Serve 'em up)
These guys, sweet potato fries (Serve 'em up)
These guys just don't get it

Forever my style'll be hot until the casket drop
All this wack shit needs to stop
Y'all can invest, I don't care how many shares you cop
'Cause I'm quick to lose interest, you a laughing stock
Y'all acting like that trash is hot, stop lying
In the booth, I'ma give you this work, no consignment
My environment be as hot as the sun's climate
Y'all can gossip, I'm a star that dodge comets
Nonsense, whores, I don't love 'em no more
I twist 'em, you cats Peter Gunn-ing these broads
It's funny, let's battle for money, I'm not losing
'Cause I been getting bread ever since my first communion
Don't rock with you losers, although I'm not a shooter
I'm not a peacemaker, save that for your jeweler
It's Punchline the Ruler, I'm nice with words
Y'all can dance around the topic, but you got served

What you witnessing is four cats with discipline
Got a plan to be the man like Michelin
If you listening, bless the track like a christening
Got you claps, humming, and whistling, check it
Everything we spitting is accurate, immaculate
Most cats lack on the track when they rapping after it
Try to duplicate, but you hate 'cause there's no matching it
You can try to race and chase, but there's no catching it
These four cats is smashing it
The game ain't the same and most of y'all lames won't last in it
Get your seat belts and fasten it
It's a DMC ride, like DUI, we crashing it

Crashing it, just like a party when you not invited
But it's not a party if the brothers never got invited
We took a break and was not divided
And now we back, Words brought us the
Track and that's when I got excited
Now y'all saying this dude nasty
I'm in first place, so please pick up
The pace if you trying to move past me
And I will never let you dudes gas me
I won't quit and don't forget, I spit like the food nasty
Where I'm from, we never optimistic
'Cause life constantly be showing
Its ass, but we never stop to kiss it
Fans love it, haters opt to diss it
You trying to find me, just come to the block and visit
Sweet potato fries

Hello?
Punch Nigglyon
Hello?
Yeah, it's Ace
Yeah, you gotta speak up, man
It's Ace
I think we're having a bad connection
You want me to call you right back?
Hello? Haha, psych, got you again, leave a message, it's Punch