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j.real hip hop - leaders of the new school lyrics

[intro]

uh! yeah! yeah, first take…

[verse 1]

you can catch me on c-n-l street walking, living life bossy
showing my grill, cheesed up like i’m in need of flossing
forever rep new orleans, hollywood of the south
with them pretty girlies out treating metairie like it’s slauson
so i guess la place is equivalent to compton, and this would be the chronic
i’m just, the d-o-double g back when his surname was preceded by ‘doggy’
and dexter is dre, and downtown is my long beach
and with so much drama in these 9th ward streets
i’ve gotta rhyme like i’m in arkham asylum, geez!
please, jump off these n-u-ts like trampolines
i’m trampling on beats like speakers under my sneaks
i’m hercules to weak emcees who claim greece
you ain’t sl!ck n-gguh! running ya’ mouth, be easy on your feet!
achilles rappers, i’m on they hills like beverly
cleverly, making these b-tches step up their pedigree, uh!

[hook]

dope as h-ll, living life to the fullest
getting wild with my n-ggas and my cuties, not giving a f-ck
they hating on our style (f-ck ’em)! hoes we (duck ’em)!
ain’t a team realer than us!
smoke something n-gga (what)! skate something n-gga (what)!
game something (what) xbox on put your money up!

[everyone]: i know you love the way it’s going down!
i know you love the ways it’s going down! [dexter beats]: ayye! (laugher)

[verse 2]

now who rocks the spot to make it hot? [girl]: reezy!
and who gots the b-ss to make it knock? [girl]: reezy!
and who jots the rhymes to pop these quote-on-quote
“top notch” faux-tupacs off they spots? [girl]: huh?!
toy robot! manipulating linguistics so sickening
that after songs, listeners require antibiotics
inducing vomit, like i got em’ inside a low-rider with hydraulics
driving at 190 miles per hour!
i’m a fast car with unbelievable horse power
flying down blocks, like polygon owls
got miles on me, compet-tion smoked like sour
diesel like my fuel that i use to fill up my bowels
move so quick, that the vans apart of my van
and, the suicide doors apart of my hands
record me crash, play it back on the jumbo-tron
fast forward, d-mn! surprised my -ss ain’t transform

[hook]

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