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4 broz by broz - 4bbbz back again lyrics

[hook]
4 broz by broz, back again
chase boys – j. rage-a – let the party begin

[tater chips]

the tater is back with a salty surprise
strap on your goggles and protect your eyes
from my lyrical explosion, you’ll get the notion
that your honey got preggers from the tater potion
in perpetual motion, gold records each week
the only gold that you got is from the plaque on your t–th
b-tch, feel the heat, oatmeal dropping the beats
got that funky fresh flow from worthington street
i got style – so crank up the dial
let me spit in your club – service with a smile
i’m the rhythm crocodile and i’m worth your while
if you don’t think i’m s-xy then you’re in denial
so watch your mouth, and lower your tone
i’ll make your ma c-m through the telephone
are you alone? it’s my brother and me
let me put you on hold for da reel mc

[da reel mc]

you it’s mc and i’m back again
you know the broz gave me another track again
i grabbed a pad and a pen and got back at it to win
the best rhymes of all time will have you clapping my friend
2pac, biggie smalls, j, nas and mase
two, three, four, five, six one is matt chase
girl, look at your face, turn around, skip the record
shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
shake that -ss, like michael j. fox
in a school bus on a bumpy road filled with rocks
my hip hop like a clock, cause i tick til i tock
when it comes to rhyme, they call me mr. spock
because i’m the final frontier of your rapping career
i make you wine with a sign that says the end is near
i write quicker with liquor but i write sl!cker with beer
i just spit out a hit and make the money appear
my ryhmes are hot, i get paid a lot
i stack more paper than michael scott
i even got more dundies than michael got
like i done these b-tches, then i forgot
i got a .45 in the truck of my car
i had 45 shots last night at the bar
i know 45 songs on electric guitar
i k!lled 45 men, only got one scar
there was only one man that i couldn’t k!ll
jesus h.q. christ, tell them how you feel

[j. rage-a]

the journalist eternal, hailing from cle
coming back out of your speakers, listen progeny
gotten stronger, gotten faster in my rhymes and my flow
i’m solid like the steel setting up in the mold
hip hop sabbatical, radical – i know it
y’all don’t care, cause you love the way i flow it
my rhymes win awards from coast to coast
all the ladies love me, i don’t mean to boast
but it’s easy to see how i earned all this fame
my hypnotic delivery is the best in this game
oatmeal’s beats are sicker than your friend
who drank a bottle of bombay, brought his night to an end
da reel mc, what else can i say?
his rhymes so provocative they might turn me g-y
and tater’s delivery is all but discreet
who could forget when when he rapped about his meat?
4 broz are back and we ain’t taking sh-t
if you don’t like that, suck our motherf-cking d-cks!

- 4 broz by broz lyrics

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