Nothing Fake / The Ultimate - A Plus, Pep Love, Del The Funkyhomosapien

Nothing Fake / The Ultimate - A Plus, Pep Love, Del The Funkyhomosapien

  • Izlaiduma gads: 2007
  • Valoda: Angļu
  • Ilgums: 2:48

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Nothing Fake / The Ultimate

A Plus, Pep Love, Del The Funkyhomosapien

C’mon…

C’mon now

Don’t believe what they tellin you

About me and Plee ya see that we illustrious

Flames you can’t douse or doubt

You know we came to turn this motherfucker out

See — everythang fo' what it really is, still feelin big

At our expense, as scarred against our excellence

Excalibur with which I done blurred a thousand words

Whittle 'em down to about a third

They got — nerve, loudmouths, they birdbrains, they ain’t knowin

Plee and Tajai, tch, rhymin since the third grade

Back then niggas called it a nerd game

Now they sit on the curb tryin to learn game, earn fame

But we from the O, that’s why, we let 'em know

The thangs to be up out, plus we want the flow

For the people here, equal share

Yeah they treat us fair, cause we speak with care

About all y’all

I know you and you know me

And somebody told me that we O.G.'s

So if you feel that then shake and bake

Cause my nigga A Plus ain’t nothin fake

I know you and you know me

And, somebody told me that we O.G.'s

So if you feel that shake and bake

Cause my boy A Plee ain’t nuttin fake

«Awwwwwwwwww shit.»

«Wasn't my fault y’knahmsayin?»

«I hear you~!»

This one feel good Plee

Let’s do it

Hieroglyphics mayne, we the ultimate

Gettin dough don’t quit, and if we in it we on it

It’s on from the beginnin, my niggas is winnin

In the zone and we inchin in for dollars quarters and pennies

We got plenty, and we fin' ta be

«2005 'Til Infinity» my live niggas feelin me

We drop toxic hot shit

And make hip-hop, skip to the rhythm for profit

Bitches on the dick, they love Hieroglyphics

White girls, latinas, asians and black chicks

Act a fool, break a rule, get your paper dude

I’m on point cause if I make a mistake I lose

Truth spitter, you shoulda knew

When I blew through the roof with a blueprint of new

And improvin abusin the rules, we hit 'em and get 'em confused

By my many tentacles when accused of contradictin myself

Get off of my dick and excel in your own right

Then quicken your step to the next lev-el

We XXL and do it big as the planet now let’s get this mail

Yeah

«There's something strange about him»

«Strange isn’t the word for it»

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