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rza – radio grunge lyrics

(featuring beretta 9)

[intro: beretta 9]
car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress
37 between 106th
we got a possible homicide
all cars, all cars, we got a situation down

[rza]
aiyo, toxi’ off the grey goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
ya’ll b-tches want beef, son, you got it
fresh off the bliz-knock, bob diz-noc
plex on the k.b., son, you get shiz-not
right in your hiz-ead, you’ll be diz-ed
don’t front on this n-gg-, i’mma from new york ci-zey!
ya’ll b-tter pec’, make my nuts weak
have me walk around, talkin’ backward with stutter speak
like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
b-tter pec’, make my nutter weak
and ya’ll crabs down south, you ain’t got a clue
how it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
white cadillac truck just high beamed us
mami look like she was angie martinez
i don’t espanol, i play imposter
i was like “mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?”
and slip back to my casa
she was like “n-gg-! you sound like rasta!”
i’m the ace in the decks…

-girl speaking spanish-

[rza]
i’m the ace in the deck, still casin’ a tec
that filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
the b-ss and the treb’, the sp-ce in the back
where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
i’m not known to talk a lot
sit on five whips, son, so i don’t walk a lot
got ten chicks, so i don’t hawk a lot
been around the world, but i love new york a lot
especially up in bedstuy, with those crazy cuffies
or in fort green, with those crazy cuffies
ya’ll floss like ya’ll jay-z and puffy’s
you get robbed, bucked down by a crazy cuffie
bobby! f-ckin’ the mics is my hobby
f-ckin’ the mics is my hobby

[outro: girl]
bobby, bobby, bobby, bobby, bobby, bobby

{-car smashing and gl-ss shattering-}

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