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young zee - chris rock lyrics

[intro: shannon briggs]
let’s go, champ!
it’s the champ: shannon “the cannon” briggs
two time heavyweight champion of the world!
outsidaz forever!
young zee
happy birthday!
let’s go, champ!

[verse 1: son hoss]
house of the dragon
then i’m spittin’ komodos
son with the glow
just got back my mojo
disco lights
n+ggas movin’ slo+mo
all black
be on the lookout that’s a bro low
for son hoss, son, i get sick a lot
i ninja chop two cement cinderblocks
smoother than the juice when your blender stops
meditating off of turmeric and ginger shots
n+ggas rather be in ukraine fightin’ putin
than face the brick city wu+tang isaac newton
man down, now the sirens movin’
so dishonorable
i made ’em pay, no prostitution
the sun must shine
everything’s designer made
i get dressed up
sharp as my katana blades
walk in some sh+t like i’m the wave
feel my fung shui
hand mudras, namaste
been had faith, i’m big poppa
like the puff like to sip vodka
plus i spit sriracha
fix chakra like a witch doctor
sh+t lit, we the drip mafia
n+ggas’ll chris rock ya
[chorus: pacewon]
keep
the outsidaz
name
out
your
mother+
f+ckin’
mouth
son hoss, young zee, pacewon
let’s go

[verse 2: young zee]
yeah i was r+t+rded it’s what they called me
so i bought that short yellow bus and turnt it to a rv
i just have parties
with barbies that come buffalo soldier
like i’m f+ckin’ bob marley
rifle hunter
my gun kick like giants punter
i march up the hill like zion’s mother
they’ll find who f+cked us
and tires runners till my guys’s hummer
and drive till sun up
i swim in his wifes’s pelvis
like michael phelps on psychedelics
then hide like a sh+llfish
white folks treat me like i’m down with elvis
so i get blue notes like i’m harold melvins
i make a pistol out of
the shape of a igloo
far away i can hit you
and lay in that b+tch, too
your bars’ foul play
i’m bangin’ the whistle
clear the studio
we hangin’ up crystals
[chorus: pacewon]
keep
the outsidaz
name
out
your
mother+
f+ckin’
mouth
son hoss, young zee, pacewon
let’s go
r, what up?
spud, what up?
let’s go
on our desperado sh+t
b+tch

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