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kxng crooked & spokewheel - the lost rapper experience lyrics

[intro]
so i pulled up to the venue around midnight
they had my name in big lights
i could see the lights reflecting in this little oil stain, you know i’m sayin’?
so when i got out the car, i was real careful
i ain’t wanna f-ck up my sneakers before the show starts
i went to the back door, security let me in, you know i’m sayin’?
took me to the artist only room, my squad back there
some people smokin’, some people drinkin’, regular, you know?
i told my brother to p-ss me the bottle of jameson
twisted the cap off, take some of the edge off
then i seen the stage manager peek his head in and say, “you on in five minutes, crook” (yo crook, five minutes)
aight, took a couple more hits of that jamo
grabbed the cordless mic, stepped in front of the stage
that’s when i said

[chorus]
yo, yo
yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo
yo, yo
yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo (put your hands up)
yo, yo
yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo (put your hands up)
yo, yo
yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo (put your hands up)

[refrain]
how many of you are into guns, some gun sativa?
how many of you drinkin’ liquor bottles by the liter?
how many of you in them bathrooms snortin’ justin bieber?
how many of you high as hyperthermia or fever?

[verse 1]
tequila shot with the lime, mixed with the lemon squeeze
came in the spot with my side b-tch, no pictures please
came in and dropped a salsa, sittin’ on 23s
glock in the glove box, yeah, that’s for my enemies
i’m on the stage with a couple shooters, some big n-gg-s
the pistols get drawn quick, quicker than stick figures
speakin’ of drawin’, hope you can see the big picture
you get knocked out the park as soon as the stick hit ya
king kong, they got nothing on me, i’m denzel
any devil bringin’ smoke, they gon’ see me in h-ll
syllable flows on stage, i’m feelin’ like big l
rap so sick, n-gg-s tell ’em to get well
i dropped the beat, start spittin’ a acapella
i can tell you never heard words mountin’ like mozzarella in your ear
rhymes spittin’ like ’96 rockefeller, hustler
i could sell some versace to donatella, yellin’

[chorus]
yo, yo
yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo
yo, yo
yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo (put your hands up)
yo, yo
yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo (put your hands up)
yo, yo
yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo (put your hands up)

[refrain]
how many of you on some into gun, gun sativa?
how many of you drinkin’ liquor bottles by the liter?
how many of you in them bathrooms snortin’ justin bieber?
how many of you high as hyperthermia or fever?

[verse 2]
some in the crowd on pills, a different bottle poppin’
we call them pills orange countys, you call ’em oxycontins
some like the mdma, they let the mollywhop ’em
angel dust n-gg-s stand still while the party rockin’
pull out your camera phone, soon as this beat bang
i dove in the crowd performing “no sleep gang”
[“no sleep gang” plays]

[chorus 2]
you wanna be celebrities, you remind me of lames
but i got bars, when i’m trough sellin’ these, i’ma buy me some fame
all about that mula, holler, i’m a rottweiler with a iced out color
prada frames long beach, top shotter
i don’t count on hoes, but i might count dollars

[verse 3]
after the show is the after party, my cuz on rollin’ big bags of molly
like a rastafari, grab me another gl-ss of whiskey as i p-ss the bar key
so d-mn drunk, need to p-ss the car keys
drive-through, d-mn near crashed at arby’s
“yo, give me one of them motherf-ckin’, uhm, them motherf-ckin'”
the night still young and hope it’d go well
told my side piece to go to the hotel, that way she won’t be all on my coattail
the after party got hoes on wholesale
suckin’ d-ck in the boom-boom-room, do it quick like zoom zoom zoom
tell your home girls stop c-ckblockin’, knockin’ on the door like du du du

[verse 4]
it’s 4 am

- kxng crooked spokewheel lyrics

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