West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: bez on February 28, 2007, 08:54:58 AM
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So I as sit, I spit, so sick with whit,
Like Dre on decks, I'm quick to make discs slip,
So hip, I dont walk man I hop to places,
Skittin me will get ya twisted like my converse laces,
My games so fire, I'm hot til I retire,
Degrees keep getting higher man, check the diploma,
Almost smell the aroma, B E Z and I'm gunna,
Make more noise in this city, than a souped up nova,
You cant test me clearly I'm on another level,
A toffee chewing scouser that fucking hates red devils,
Is cool with all the rebels an got all the credentials,
To fill-in every villian like I worked in dentals,
Gotta be a winner in the city of the sinner,
Aint a sinker I'm a swimmer, backstroke across the river,
No joke, I'll leave you hopin that Bez has just been broken,
One day you will be token and Bez will pull up smokin,
An that will be the notion, of payback straight off the motion,
That Bez can just be jacked, come back packed fulla emotiom,
Let loose, all his devotion in rounds that cause erosion,
Of your body with a shotty that proves he's always floatin,
You want more raw gutter, I'll take you to the borough,
Where murders get committed, kids dont get to see tomorrow,
People beg, steal and borror and this is shock horror,
Capital of vultures where everyone follows,
The gangsters, the dealers, the peeps who be fearless,
The realest, not b-list, in their lex and beamers,
Dreamers who became victims of the street,
Now the street paves the way with gold below their feet,
I'm to nice to be a bad boy, I guess like BIG,
But want my life to be juicy, a bit like his,
A different flouzy in my jaquzzi thats filled with Cris,
And everything would alright, thats hypnotising right?
I'm a god under pressure, a mean streak you cannot measure,
Done things just out of leisure, thats how I get my pleasure,
But now I'm getting better, just chillen like cold weather,
But will I lose it, NEVER, slap skin harder than leather,
I'm crackers about my chedar, and scar just like beretta,
An just like a letter, I'll leave you shredded, skittin best be regretted,
Cos killin can make a livin, and I do not forgot it,
So if you said it, set it, cos I'm cool I dont sweat it, mannnn!
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where the fuck have you been? :D
nice shit homie! 8)
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DAT SOME HOT SHIT HOMIE - BIG RED