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ted roe - shaddy mc lyrics

left, right, left wit it. swamp: stay reppin’ it
keep your back straight, put your knees in your chest
and get down with the cause, become one with the message
that they gave us a slice, now we came for the rest of it
uzi weighs a ton, let off that automatic weapon
pop yo’ -ss like fly foul ball in a catchers mitt
hit the showers, you’re ejected from the game
ol’ juice jones, walkin’ lone in the rain
aquarian: rick james, i’m partying
throwin’ down shots in the omni lobby
and blazing is a hobby, gettin’ paid’s the job
lay my head in lucas county while my name’s in cobb
these frail -ss punks start to feelin’ frog
but if bow wow is lil, why beware of the dog?
i see thru the green fog to this lame -ss n-gga
tryna be michael to jermaine -ss niger
price of fame, so i figure how he’s trickin his bread
paid cost, never boss, so you climb in wayne’s bed
crept up while he’s snoring, bring that reign to an end
i’ll be a pinto pimp, ‘fore i’m a lame in a benz
follow new mc’s, copy off their trends
curious & confused is the message that he sends
while t-e-d’s a triple g: that’s gentleman, g*nius
gangster with the e-r, he could never see this
and we can pay-per-view the contest
he will be an easy conquest, i’ll chime like i’m rhymefest
rhyme til i’m blind, then blow pine from your dime chest

prince of the o-town? stop bredren!
you’re not good here, you’re no john legend
type of lil n-gga getting touched by the reverend
burn you like an owl from the 7-eleven
wrap ether in towel: you kojack’d
woke up to a strap, do you smell what i’m gellin’?
no jealous, n-ggas richer that you
but you’re mighty overzealous, so i’m pickin’ on you
it seems you wanna be a great, better pick up them boots
cuz when it’s time to bust a grape, i ain’t frickin’ wit you
f-ggot!
coming to address all madness
name his last solo hit with no guest star magic
stopped biting snoop, now ya bars just tragic
you think you’re underrated, but you just don’t have it
we can scr-p like a doggy bag, ain’t no dapping…
now run back your wack -ss camp… wack b-st-rd

- ted roe lyrics

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