Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play
To let it play
Enough to let it play
Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play
To let it play
Enough to let it play
Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play
To let it play
Enough to let it play
Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play
To let it play
Enough to let it play
Don't add to my stress (I'm tryna do my best)
Don't get on my nerves
Don't go be a herb
Pinot Grigio and 'erb
OchoCinco in his own words
Flexing it occurred
These niggas not prepared
So I ABC the soup
And make these niggas eat their words
Better yet, go back to sleep
I ain't nothin' but a rap-lete
Ain't like it's a track meet
Well actually
How you turn around and chat chat chat
But then don't be @'ing me
Then I kiss my teeth
Then erase, reset back to factory
Yo-yo, yo-yo, yo-yo, yo-yooo
Flow on a rope, swing it back and forth
Throw the rock around my neck
Might tap the floor
AND-1 Mixtape, nigga, set to go
(OH BABY!)
And I just left Texaco
Gassed up, ret to go
(Go, go, go, go)
If her ass up she flexible
Make her tuck her schedule
You ain't gonna make that
Might as well lay back
Niggas can't touch these measurables
Know you can't say jack (Sajack)
Pat better weigh that
Pound for pound, nigga debate that
Way back, I was doing rounds like a race track
Say that
Whoever was sound enough to spray back
Loser never gonna get his face back
(Take that)
All them niggas Leatherface (Gross)
I can't separate
Light as a feather, whatever, I levitate
Elevate like I caught a oop back-door
On a rim protector that's 7'8
Rise and devastate
Eyes have never seen
Ears only hear when they mouth be asking
Fear's only steering ya mouth, keep asking
Until I pull out and the choppa keeps blastin'
Don't add to my stress (I'm tryna do my best)
Don't get on my nerves
Don't go be a herb
Pinot Grigio and 'erb
OchoCinco in his own words
Flexing it occurred
These niggas not prepared
So I ABC the soup
And make these niggas eat their words
(Word, word, word, word...)
I mixed Boss Orange and LV in high school
Way I was goin' probably should've been in night school
I'm takin' my talents to flight school
James White type moves
It's the beige-white like dude
Inner rage like Ice Cube (ICE CUBE)
News said that I had an AK
They wasn't lyin'
It's registered and I'll blow they ass away
It's mine, the fuck is a NRA
We black-owned like crack homes before Daryl Gates
This is Antonio Gates, 2-sport great
They emulate dS with Newport shakes
That ain't the same taste you need more grace
They in the same place, I need more space
To understand the pace, you need more faith
Big smile on my face at my court date
Don't add to my stress (I'm tryna do my best)
Don't get on my nerves
Don't go be a herb
Pinot Grigio and 'erb
OchoCinco, in his own words
Flexing it occurred
These niggas not prepared
So I ABC the soup
And make these niggas eat their words
Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play
To let it play
Enough to let it play
Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play
To let it play
Enough to let it play