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canton jones - hallelujah lyrics

yeah, yea
this sh-t sound like.
one two o’clock in the mornin with the full moon out
n-gg-z in they trucks creepin
with a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these b-tches

[verse one]
yeah, team select, please collect, g’s connect
thieves n-gg- direct the trees to the smokefest
wanna take a toke? yes! the newest zone i’m in
i’m like smithsonian n-gg-, f-ck it call me napoleon
wave the torch, cut the head off the leviathan
the terminology i’m rhymin in cause a frenzy up in ireland
hit ya, i’m gon get ya
and drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
yo, map sh-t out, blast through the speakers
with a wifebeater on, bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
street n-gg-z hang on the sidewalk, that’s where i learned my fly talk
pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate
the way we honor it, you’ll never conquer it
see how we wreck, has a global effect, on even polish people
young and restless down to the old and feeble
peep them, czechoslovakian to yugoslavian n-gg-z
be all into my bounce so don’t be botherin n-gg-z
so now you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, n-gg-
my vernacular is spectacular
strategic plans’ll have you lookin wacker than a postal office m-ssacre
is that so? make moves just like a fatso
bounce in a minivan astro after my gat blow!

[chorus]
aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough n-gg-)
roll up, light up, and smoke that ‘dro (smoke ‘dro now)
b-tch shake yo’ hips and bounce real slow
n-gg-z rep yo’ hood, i’m with that —
all my nig-gaz (all my n-gg-z) if you with me (if you with me)
yeah i see you (yeah) hol-la
(throw yo’ guns in the motherf-ckin air, c’mon!)
all my b-tch-es, if you’re with me (yeah all my b-tches where you at now)
yeah i see you (you know i see y’all) hol-la

[verse two]
yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper
than astronomy and mathematics like galileo
smash you n-gg-z like mashed potato
back when n-gg-z used to rock ballys and clarks
i used to watch, little n-gg-z shouldn’t hustle nickel crack in the park
barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
blood spill stain on the street, that’s how n-gg-z be leavin they mark
f-ckin with diplomats who love bailey’s
monopolize and quickly get other money f-ckin with israelis
so solid how we be symbolic
to a handful of n-gg-z that be all schemin on the same wallet
them type n-gg-z that be conspirin and kidnappin
sh-t happens! gun clap for you in a gift wrappin
you should follow how the style switch up
like a group of religious n-gg-z schemin to kill they arch-bishop
you big p-ssy n-gg- actin all hard
call me atheist, because i don’t believe in you god
it’s like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century
i tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
busta rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
like how a felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get
we got the obscure sh-t for the street
nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
yo, we got the obscure sh-t for the street
nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

[chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)]

[busta rhymes]
holla at me now, c’mon!
yeah. busta rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken
dr. dre n-gg-z, yea

- canton jones lyrics

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