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ron-loc – #theblues lyrics

[verse] ron-loc

every morning i wake up and get on mine
watch on the fitted cap cause i stay ahead of time
as far as nicki manaj somebody better put a ring on
make love to her music on the reg “wet dream on it”
if a hater shoot and miss i’m coming right back
even if it’s on a song i’m writing back
trapped on the right path and can’t go wrong
treat the compet-tion hail mary makem go long
put a end to ya zone field goal post
i don’t even need a beat k!ll on a twitter post
mechanic in a hoopty, fix when i break down
three quarters through the ve-rs- daring the beat to break down
tools on deck ready for the unexpected
iphone battery k!ll it then resurrect it
till it don’t work i repeat the same operation
beethoven lines close to perfect with the orchestration

you can either slow down or run into a brick wall
i’d rather play the watcher than the man who try to teach all
it’s always funny when a n-gga see me fall
but i’m a hater when i laugh anytime he fall
i ended with a scale though i started playing see saw
then went from getting chased to a reputation for cracking jaws
i viewed the business through the eyes of an old man
with the body of a trojan this your ghetto spokesmen
inexperienced when i piloted my first flow plan
though i was nothing but a child my view reflected a grown man

i like when a dime piece flex like a rubber band
booty roll like a snare drum in a marching band
never gotta tell her gid it she know she can
mind to it make a whole mother master plan
came with him acting like she ain’t got no man
kinda sh-t einstein wouldn’t understand
on some reggie bush kim cardashian
tell her get the car lets dash she in

i’m quarterbacking with no arms so n-gga don’t expect no p-sses
why smoke you when i could just shoot up where the n-gga that wash to cash is
my head up fade got em grabbing guns
me and a b-tch mind don’t think the same
bones on a barrel no need for aim
i breed the lane dope had n-ggas brains thinking they had in lock

i’m rated, number 1 and won’t stop till the job is done or i croke
i circle globe, have every hip hop ear inhaling my potent delivery
below the influence rhythmically
over dosed and fiend in the antidote
quickly
perfectly orchestrated while the script lunatic g
spits cotton mouth i’m beating rappers till they pick me

f-ck everybody sayin i copied the flow it’s arson
full clip on the style designated the parking
he been shut sh-t down why did you keep barking
supermarket center they brain same logo of target
took a p-ss on the stain memory candle smoking
give a f-ck if it rhyme b-tches i’m not joking (california loc’n)
bang hard on your -ss rookie lebrun james sh-t
infant till grown funky and not change sh-t (sorry lebrun)
that last ad-lib was cause i’m a good sportsman-
super mario brothers and duck hunt em for fortune (throw back line)

[hook] ron-loc

my battles look in suicidal i’m expected to lose
send me death around the corner i’m on give em the blues
n-gga give em da blues
n-gga give em da blues
n-gga give em da blues
n-gga give em da blues

outro

let’s take a walk down memory lane
as i intercept the p-ss like dic the night train
“i don’t take shots at legends”
“me neither”
“i ain’t taken shots i’m blowing sh-t the f-ck up”
somebody must have landed on the wrong d-mn planet
let me translate so you m-th-f-ckas can understand it

- ron loc lyrics

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