Denneboom

Ey yo cops wanna drop me
Bitch I’m a boss on a table
Fuck you mean your boys wanna rob me
Your hoes wanna rock me
Hung like a horse but I’m stable
Reason why your hoes wanna jock me
'Cause they know where the king is
And when you hear that (gun shots)
The you know where the thing is
You don’t want the business
Heard you say that you’re the best man
Come on 'cause you know where the ring is
You won’t fuck with me fam
Many did and they had to die
Had to die 'cause they couldn’t dip where they had a high
And your man here can testify
I’m a G so only the letter H can stand next to I
May be J too
But when the drama hit
The you know we carry more tools than the plumber did
We don’t care about your age too (H2) what our Hummer did
We go (gun shots) let loose on that thing
So you know we not stuck with you
We’re like Hitler, you know we don’t fuck with you
From bar mitzvahs to cold dish with barbecue
What we do when we get stoned
Is we don’t rock with you
I told you before I’m not done
I told you before I’m not done
You look at the things that I’ve did
The tour that I’ve run
The bitch that I hit
The broads that I’ve done
Nah you think because you see a G on a new Hyundai
A brother be mad rich
Nah, I’m kind enough to spend green on a blue Monday
Colour me bad, bitch
Whether or not niggas confess
I’m the best and I know that enough niggas respect it
Oh you got dope bars, think you can freestyle
Welcome to a pool that has now been shark infested
Yeah, ask about me I’m a beast homey
You see the brother from the East came to feast
But to keep the bread rising like the yeast homey
Need my guap to be long enough
Hope the bars on the song enough
Yeah you know we’re tough
Hope whatever niggas drop be that strong enough
Or leave the microphone
I suggest you leave the microphone
Be like Robin Givens, leave the mic alone
Been top five for a minute
Homeys forget 'cause they be like
Mcah, no, he’s timid
Only to get a beast, a barbarian
Who’s from the East
Known to paint a rhyme so it’s vivid
I’m from an era where bars matter
No matter from what rapper
Forget the cut and chase
See those without bars ain’t no starting base
Dick ride me so much that I ran out of parking space
Now hold up, you don’t know me son
I mean it, hold up, you don’t know me son
Wait a bit, oh you think a brother’s gone weak
Just because I showed love to Rorisang
Nah, you can’t fuck with the funky dude
When you know I swing on more trees than a monkey do
Thirteen set on dope beats, I’m a junkie too
But you say this and say that
Best if you say jack
You don’t know that we coin this
Fuck off bitch, don’t speak on what the joint is
You see the point is
Those statements you done made
Are like boobs without nipples, they’re pointless
Eh Ng’yasebenza B
I’m 'bout work, listen up, ungazochance-a B
I don’t care who your mans could be
You got ice
Me I take the cold off you like Corenza C, motherfucker