Stro is the Name
[Intro]
Tech, yeah!
Just make sure that anybody who's anybody gets on the guest list, okay?
Come on, man, what's all that for?
I saw the way you was looking at that skeezer
Come on now, nigga, I was only being polite
Yeah, well look, don't try to play me, having a girlfriend is becoming a burden
I'm sorry for what happened to your son, aight? But don't make me your scapegoat 'cause you failed as a father
[Verse 1]
Well it's the 1-2 checka
Take it back to the max, you got no choice but to respect the better
Beta hater then off with his head with this rhyme flow
Fake emcees couldn't grow with no Monsanto
Good God, he got the wickedness swiftness
They bust shots when I rock, forget ballistics
My chicks is raunchy, we don't rock Givenchy
Armani, they take too much of our money
His dough ain't intact
But the style be Resputia and Precious, mad fat
I keep it mad black everywhere
Never coonin' but you got a Hollywood star in Congo Square
I mastered this, kicking every lyric with a different rhythm
Young and Black and trying to see the system, that's astigmatism
I drop the science, I'm implyin'
I be Frankensteinin' tracks for racks and racks
So loot gimme that, I don't need no cosigns
To hold mines with them rubber bands like them other men
It's the origin and that funky stuff
Open and closin' and kickin' in doors with these rusty chucks
They smell me, do's what we gots to do
When we got the jazz like the scent of early prostitutes
So please, I'm too G, drop a king to his knees
Pause
[Interlude]
DJ Tech, on the one's and two's
[Verse 2]
Hey you, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's goin' down?
They better run and tell the owners I'm at the door
He wild with Jersey Shore with flows galore
Ain't down with the radio no more, oh no
The hardest thing bumpin' be the acne promos
Got underground tapes by the boatload
You get papa, your boy gotta boycott ya
Keep a couple rugged lyrics just to get on their nerves
Paralyze paragraphs with these powerful words
Para-paresis, my joints is hip, you below that
He snap on beats like Kodak and you know that
With no words I master sound like Bozak
But I could tell you that these rappers is ass-stro back
You want more rhymes? Show me dollar signs
Word
[Outro]
Deadbeats and Lazy Lyrics, sucka