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generic tha character - 2pacalyptic lyrics

the flow will cut you in half, must be the bad magician
this liquor in her system got her, yeah, i’m on a mission
poetic with my words, now she wants the charles d+ckens
she fell in love with me cuz i’ve got some mad ambition
that’s ignorance she stricken with when she thinks i’m listenin’
she wanna view tha bakery, like that’s a quick decision
that’s when i brought her back to let her see what i’ve been up to
your wish is my command, and i’ll make all your wishes come true, haha
somebody get the cake, cеlebrate, chillin’ out, namaste
i’m turnin’ еveryday into a holiday
she might have been the perfect girl for me that got away
but that’s nothing that some jim beam can’t fix
i’l need a nice sip, hittin’ me right quick
i can see a better life like i be psychic
man, i bet you didn’t think that i could speak like this
never rewrite when i be on my freestyle sh+t, okay?
everybody’s lookin’ at me different when i’m at the bar
just a quick reminder, though, that i was never actin’ hard
everything about me now is polished like a classic car
everything about me now is fresher than some caviar
blackin’ out with rap till that’s the color of my credit card
you were confident until you heard me, then it fell apart
now you got some battle scars, pullin’ out yo’ deck of cards
if you got a girl, it go “blow me/blew me” + avatar
tricks up my sleeve when i smoke ya, that’s a magic show
every line is juicy, biggie, how you like them apples, tho
bite me, break enamel, she was stuck up like some cameltoe
tellin’ stories ‘bout her, laughin’ with my homies + anecdote
hardy, har, har, who the h+ll you think you are?
i’m generic, i remember bringin’ 3rd grade bars
i never even knew that i would make it this far
i was watchin’ rugrats, and then became the reptar
i’m the man from nantucket
i pack so many flows like i’m packin’ my d+mn luggage
my plan, you can’t touch it
these hands go bare knuckles
makin’ sure i’m beatin’ you till i’m kickin’ the d+mn bucket, ah
sweep you off your feet, girl, i’m so handy, man
give you something sweet, girl, i’m the candyman
makin’ babies to the beat, girl, i’m a family man
twist you into pretzel, now you’re at auntie anne’s
i’ve got the spottie ottie dopalicious, so consistent
holy sh+ttin’, motor spittin’, yoda wisdom, hold up, listen
you think you hot and that you’ve got in upstairs
but there ain’t no way you keep your cool if you got no conditionin’
you gotta control the method, you gotta just go perfect it
you need to take the truth and stretch it like a yoga lesson
you need to know who you dissin’ up on your record
please do not be disrespectful to me, homie, i’m the second coming
i’ve got the reverend runnin’, i’m got my engine gunnin’
i used to wear the hand+me+downs out like second husband
this flow, i bet you want it, get thrown inside the oven
tha bakery is stockin’ up, you cheaper by the dozen
she wanted to rock wit it, she really wanted to be lockin’ lips
she wanna be optimistic, but my ego so metropolistic
apollo creed mixed wit rocky with how i’m boxin’ with it
my ghetto gospel, innit, yeah, i go 2pacalyptic

- generic tha character lyrics

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