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richie cunning - live on the drum pt. ii lyrics

[intro]
the zen buddha of the n-judah
[verse: richie cunning]
yo, let me read off the trivia card
who the ill cat still rappin’ gritty and card
go ‘head, take a min, give up? here’s a hint
rich c, og, from the city of fog
dawg, i was a solo smebbin’
back when wild 94 was wild 107
back when jerry and joe was bay area legends
back when left field wasn’t for barry, it was for kevin (oh!)
too many rookie -ss dudes today
start flowin’ not knowin’ they got dues to pay
matter fact homie i ain’t trying to hear your flow
unless ya started rapping over ten years ago
you need beats? dawg, i need ends
thats why all my best beats go to all my best friends
you want one of ya own so you don’t have to take ’em
do what i did kid, and learn how to make ’em
do your homework, study my style
get comfortable cause you gon’ have to study a while
in my overcast city feeling over joyed
smoking superman kryptonite, soulja boy
son of the city, dawg, that’s where my folks are
defender of the west you can call me the coast gaurd
if you ain’t hip to the ‘sco, getting to hittin the boat
and don’t forget to not send me a postcard
you rocking twenty four karats of velvet
your rappin’ like your -ss should be wearing a helmet
walk around strung out like a bunch of some strung out dope heads
fly girl, dance moves, jennifer lopez
shiny little sneakers and ya cartoon sweatshirt
look about as hard as the cartoon network
dawg, ima tell you this the best that i can
take ya jammy-jams off and try to dress like a man
i give a d-mn about ya vip lounge
i’m sitting on the train bumping “critical beatdown”
i’ll bring the afterparty up in ya broads house
light the piff, michael vick, “who let the dogs out”

- richie cunning lyrics

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