psychoward – rockslangas lyrics
[brainstorm]
mac dad-o, karamello
we free agents…..7 years, 220 million dollars apiece
i’m the startin’ power forward, brainstorm the gambler
uptown baller, bona fide rock handla
i got skillz handle the mic like muggsy,
i got dreams like hakeem to be a rich man, like rich and bugsy
my man i got the plan to bust a phat rhyme out,
travelin’ like chris webber, before he called that time out
i ain’t bout that punk sh-t, got game but can’t dunk sh-t
f-ck that i’m about to get on some more white men can’t jump sh-t
see me on the court with no ups, but mad handle,
one-on-one for thirty dollars? you know i like to gamble
i got game but it ain’t like i can’t lose,
but lady you might catch me on the court freestylin’ bout your shoes
i slang many types of rocks many types of ways
slangin’ them things since way back in the days
n-gg-s slangin’ crack rocks, thinkin’ they be ballin’,
nah, not me patna, i’d rather slang a spalding
last week f-ck around and got a triple-double
[karamello]
check the b-lls, check the b-lls
all in the ballin’ in your own sweat puddles ya fallin’
stutter-steppin’ never stallin’
the illest place k is callin’, but callin’ k out is not wise
lurkin’ in the paint six five ready to swat flies
burnin’ ya like hot fries, the message to contenders
you better in the stands as a cotton candy vendor
(candy -ss!)
i’m handy with my p-sses to perfectionists like bow!
i do your team foul,
be on conception with my illa crossover,
shakin’ crossovers ya lost, game over
don’t believe me? lemme show ya.
rip ya like a jersey new styles get in your skin,
i spot ya -ss ten games eleven, you still couldn’t win
skills are blended in a matter that means much to slayer
word to scottie, case considered as the all-around player
number 24 rippin’ plenty more rhymes,
many feet behind the three line, nothin’ but twine
that’s ya m-th-f-ckin’ be-hind, my dunks are rather di-vine,
and powerful ya done, hit the showers here’s a towel,
i’ma celebrate with white out, victory becomes a scott
the laker girls are screamin’ psychoward m-th-f-ckas
usin’ metaphors to rock the show my lyrical weaponry
if you think you can hang, grab your spherical, step to me
[mac]
it’s the six two straight from third ward state
university where chumps vacate,
gimme a fast break,
watch the camoflauge -ss-ss take n-gg-s
these fake n-gg-s, these ole “i’m from out of state” n-gg-s and what?
slangin’ rocks to support skin pops
fiends know when you’re home and when you’re not
and real n-gg-s open up shop, on territorial blocks
tell the cops that you about to get stopped
kick ya door in, illegal search found one rock
plus a bag a pot, he brag alot told the cops that he had a plot
and he’ll be out around eight o clock,
until the cops put him in a cell block and threw away the locks
it’s kinda similar for players who shine,
both get p-t, but in the dope game, that’s prison time
the universal, contraversal, multi-versal,
see you on my tennis shoe commercial n-gg-s
it don’t quit n-gg-
uptown how ya figure?
the dream team n-gg-, ya heard of us
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