SirFryanator
Active member
haha check it and if you like it then keep it but I'm re-recording it. I just thought it sounded kind of funny since I never act gangster at all and this is kind of a G song.
http://rapidshare.com/files/112880255/dontrockitsample.mp3.html
Yeah, on the beat, DJ dolla
Featuring my brotha shane
Holla at the sky…we gon’ fly……
yeah...here we go
When the day starts, I kick off with a mental boom
Sweep up the debris with my metal broom
Metaphysical something, the feelings of doom
I check my surroundings when I enter a room
And my homies gotta greet me, they lie so completely
I never feel safe which is why I pack the heat, ya see?
It’s a death-filled kingdom…
I bring death with the sick symptoms
Sick nasty flows… with the deadly rhythms
It’s not all nice and happy, then kill em
And if they act a bit freaky, then grill em
When they act too troubled, try to feel em
Soft beat in the back with a dominant track
If I feel the need to rhyme, put the lyrics on the rack
They’re too wet, they need to be dry to be fly
When I flick the bic, the fire needs to go high
(both)More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
I’m too legit to quit of the highest degree
I’m the freest MC, yeah the epitome
Of hip-hop progression, don’t mess with me
I rock baggy clothes but I still ain’t a G
But...I still got the gangstas
Coming up to buy or sell, I got answers
Yeah, we transcend black or white
With no transition we fly out of sight
Here we go shane…
We put the G in Ski
And I rock the mic
I never forget, it’s just like riding a bike
So spit the sickness, there’s no difference
J, E, and A brotha that’s what I mix with
I rep the B to the U to the C to the K
I ride and I bounce with my crew all day
No opposition standin in our way
We taking over without the lame old same old
Guns in our hands, yayo in the trunk
We get our rep from when we get crunk
In the streets we reign, you’re never the same
Look into my face and try to stay sane
You’d never think that a punk-ass kid like me
Could rock a mic so fast with a flow steady
Fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E
We own this town with the rhymes and the dope beat
Extending to the hills, we also fly free
The other definition for dope is ski
So fuck the heat…pack the rack
Skis on the top and boots in the back
What’s that, Shane? 50 foot cliff?
You’s a crazy mothafucka, give me a riff
Oh shit backflip, gotta do it too
Superman frontflip nigga what it do
Yeah it’s true, we slay the snow
The powder on our face ain’t what you call blow
So fuck that shit, just huck that hit
Next Gen holdin it down, now I split
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(both)More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
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http://rapidshare.com/files/112880255/dontrockitsample.mp3.html
Yeah, on the beat, DJ dolla
Featuring my brotha shane
Holla at the sky…we gon’ fly……
yeah...here we go
When the day starts, I kick off with a mental boom
Sweep up the debris with my metal broom
Metaphysical something, the feelings of doom
I check my surroundings when I enter a room
And my homies gotta greet me, they lie so completely
I never feel safe which is why I pack the heat, ya see?
It’s a death-filled kingdom…
I bring death with the sick symptoms
Sick nasty flows… with the deadly rhythms
It’s not all nice and happy, then kill em
And if they act a bit freaky, then grill em
When they act too troubled, try to feel em
Soft beat in the back with a dominant track
If I feel the need to rhyme, put the lyrics on the rack
They’re too wet, they need to be dry to be fly
When I flick the bic, the fire needs to go high
(both)More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
I’m too legit to quit of the highest degree
I’m the freest MC, yeah the epitome
Of hip-hop progression, don’t mess with me
I rock baggy clothes but I still ain’t a G
But...I still got the gangstas
Coming up to buy or sell, I got answers
Yeah, we transcend black or white
With no transition we fly out of sight
Here we go shane…
We put the G in Ski
And I rock the mic
I never forget, it’s just like riding a bike
So spit the sickness, there’s no difference
J, E, and A brotha that’s what I mix with
I rep the B to the U to the C to the K
I ride and I bounce with my crew all day
No opposition standin in our way
We taking over without the lame old same old
Guns in our hands, yayo in the trunk
We get our rep from when we get crunk
In the streets we reign, you’re never the same
Look into my face and try to stay sane
You’d never think that a punk-ass kid like me
Could rock a mic so fast with a flow steady
Fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E
We own this town with the rhymes and the dope beat
Extending to the hills, we also fly free
The other definition for dope is ski
So fuck the heat…pack the rack
Skis on the top and boots in the back
What’s that, Shane? 50 foot cliff?
You’s a crazy mothafucka, give me a riff
Oh shit backflip, gotta do it too
Superman frontflip nigga what it do
Yeah it’s true, we slay the snow
The powder on our face ain’t what you call blow
So fuck that shit, just huck that hit
Next Gen holdin it down, now I split
--
(both)More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
More money in my pocket…
Got a glock…don’t rock it
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