dj strong - cannon shots lyrics
[verse 1; lil’ matt]
yo whatup, its matt
before i come in wipe the mat, the cannons splat
eating up cats on flat, in cl-ss taking a nap
characters fat, wats up with that
give me a pat on the back, i got mad when she spat
mad berry’s a rat, ill give it to you if you dont get a tat
man i hate these tests, can’t rest with an f
rold gold best, i’m looking for the deck that’s next
at the desk mom asked if i could text, at school its no bets
extra large tech, the adobe in effect
camp with the sardines, its all me gifted by smarties
huffer shoes dirty, that dance was no party hardly
[verse 2: regatrom]
in touch with my body poroably
getting signed by holly, sweating no molly
i need to find a hobby, popping ollies in the lobby
don;t like these enchadies, confusion if the rockies
50 mile walkie talkies, i wih the weather warm
drought end with a better strom, it’s regatorm
not in the mood leather worn, knbife pulled get it on
forever more, the j word’ll settle scores
jailbreak tether gone, ask sean we get her done
down to the roach another one, on and on
sow me rick boss, status with a big cost
thorwing phones when i’m p-ssed off, tipsy tick tock
boy scout slipknots, forget rock if not
i’m doin extra trek, wouldn’t steal in retrospect
shots is h-lla wet, i’m the teacher i expect respect
leitt protect the neck, waterlogged when i ispect the deck
[verse 3: jack$on ma$on]
road bike racing, they say the mile taking some pacing
doctor said i’mma good patient, the ch0r-s losing my patience
brussels bad tasting, you facing mason
straighten out it the coalition, got our own font
taking walks on fawn with mom, it’s the original don
listen the trap song, come on use the john
guard the cross like ron, the game shopping for p-wns
the voice of a con, i’m looking for the deck that’s next
i’m the teacher i need respect, sunscreen on my neck protect
one of intellect, postcards i collect
yeah this is boys life, the shirt don’t enjoy right
animal hero toy fight, a condition i was born like
small tighties my groin tight, the collectors coin aight
joey’s points nice, aaron’s joints bite
nah i hate the cd, being st–zy come easy
the piercing ep, please g bow down to the deity
jackson!
[verse 4: rudy da dog]
dog gone it, i’m all on it
don’t know if y’all want it, nose all bl–dy
jumped from the couch, g.e. the grouch
racism in the south, announce caring from the mouth
candy in bag amounts, end the drought without
the rain, it’s a shame it’s plain playing these games
say full name, no follower gain again
on the day to day after the tears pain fade away
shuttle down the mountain, deadly twelve shouting
whinefest pouting spouting and doubting, talkin to em bout the fountain
big amounting on the block party, don’t like em talk hardly
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