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mc pat – somebody stop me lyrics

somebody stop me

[verse 1: mc+pat]
from the moment that i wake up
i gotta bake up
cuz i never take a pay cut
shining like jacob
nautica down, hottest a round
the rest of the world is just applauding us know
they try to water us down
but my sound surround the ground
like rain drops giving brain clots
and when the fame pops
im giving every grain to pops
its a shame im hot
cuz now and days everybody is cold
i gotta body the flow
mind body and soul, whether you know
karate or don’t im coming for your dome
if you hold a mike or write its on
i got a clone
matter fact a twin though we been dope
listening to mac dre playing nintendo
catch him in the window
rolling up ’indo’ now let’s go!
underground to the parking lot
we could spark the pot
sip a little bit of remy than we empty the spot
cuz its plenty of cops
now we on the way to kincaid’s ready to rock
3rd ave where you at? in the east with the view!
peace to the crews cracking brews
breaking bread like rules
on the hillside
know my homies in hillsdale will ride
you can see the wave
but you never k!lling the tide
now you can feel
what i feel inside and thats pride
[hook sample: big pun]

“some body stop me, stop me”
“skee+yu! ” “where my, where my n+#!#s at?”
“uptown uptown, uptown uptown”
“some body stop me, stop me”
“skee+yu!” “where my uptown uptown uptown ”
“where my n+#!#s at?, at” “uptown, uptown”

[verse 1: mc+pat]
pats on production, pats on the lyrics
i write it then record it
man im hoping that you feel it
i k!ll it, fillet thats saute
all day home sk!llet
i write it cuz i live it, i live it just to write it
you never understand but still you gotta fight it
roll it up, light it up, roll it up light it
251 run or caltrain, we biking
on the lambor+feeties striking
graffiti be writing
millbrae to b+game, the key thang
when you see game don’t bite it
every word recited on the pen and pad
send it back to the lab
like men & black
everybody wanna be a friend of pat
not to bend the fact
but iv had it up to wits for the grits
and that’l be the end of that
take it as a fact
mc+pat is f+ckin back
with slim in a cadillac
tacked out smoking a sack
before you heard the tape
you was hoping i’m wack but im not
iv been been around the block
bend the corner back pack no ‘guap’
can’t stop, won’t stop till i rot in a coffin
often need a flight to boston
stay awake im bossing, coughing verses like i lost it
coming out my mouth like a faucet
if its t’s or enemies i cross it
just coming with that raw sh+t
so walk with a caution
[hook sample: big pun]

[verse 3: mc+pat]
you tried to play me
but i dint play the game though
thats why you get the label of an arcade hoe!!
ohh, i just made that word up
now wuddup did i stutter? no
cuz im tryna spread raps like b+tter on toast
get ghost, step into my post
now you roast with a thousand volts
i got static, with a mathematical dose
max planck with, memory banks not to boast
with the raps
i like to keep it grimy and gross
on the west coast i reside
play ya cards right and don’t ‘dizzie’
hop up on the ‘mizzike’
from the 4+1 to the ‘fizzide’
i wish i, knew a better way to market
but i hate to be the target
for that mark sh+t
ya dishing to ya own people
if i got chrome its legal
if im tryna get blowed its diesel
so at least know the flow is lethal
d4 fosho then ima beat you
treat you like a kid
break ya ribs on impact
like ridd+ck in pitch black!
sip a 40 to this beat and just kick back
reppin’ with my lyrical weapon
3+11+95 cuz im live and im with that
gotta get my grip back
flip beats cook raps
double up when the sh+ts crack
my fist is packed
for anybody tryna diss this track
talking this and that
[hook sample: big pun]

- mc pat lyrics

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