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brooks buford – notraprock lyrics

b to the r to the o to the o to the k to the b to the u to the f to the o to the r to the d…
yeah god straight f— up when he made me,
yeah go ahead buck up grab that mic,
don’t give a f-ck if you scream all night
you ain’t no rapper, quit that sh-t
stick to surfboards, suck my d-ck
i came to clean the house, punch and roundhouse
rhyme and run mouth
straight from the down south
that’s why all of y’all punks got dropped
i’ll be the first to say f-ck rap rock
i’m pumpin outkast and goodie mob
what u know about la-di-da
boogie down the history
how y’all came up with a mystery
i lived this hip hop sh-t my whole life and it almost took my life
i die for this bleed for this
you want this i need this
let the world go to h-ll, i’ll still fill notebooks and i know just how that c-ke cook
couldn’t came through the front so i came through the back with a band and a bottle of jack
dog i ain’t stupid go ahead, let’s freestyle
i’ll be having you lookin like a sh-t pile
the atl version of 8 mile,
with a jumpsuit dipped in argyle
bangin 4 or 5 hoes in the back of rodeo drivin down rodeo
with a shotgun in my mind
20/20 one mo time, one mo flow one mo show
one million 199 to go
keep it real naw f-ck that
make money and try to buy up the whole country ain’t afraid to die so punch me
even ehyme with my head cut off like a chicken
stickin to my dreams
everythin’ ain’t what it seems, c’mon dummy run that game
southern boy with a brain, u all slept didn’t you
whole bunch for me none for u
i really hate to rub it in but i got all my publishin’
but anyway bustin’ on this mic better than smokin’ on that pipe
some they hate some they like
some they talk some they bite
monday morn to sunday night
let’s get this party started right
wrong
break that bong sing along
do a line ’til the break o’ dawn ’til the money gone
back up that buck it’s mine again
hijacked a truck of heineken
looks like it’s time for a line again
and how bout 5 kolonopin
and i start to grin and i start to dance
i’m speakin’ in tongues takin’ off my pants
i’m blowin’ my whole goddam advance
and we ain’t gon`stop ’til the ambulance

- brooks buford lyrics

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