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Rolling 200 Deep III

DJ Kay Slay, Cassidy, King Flo, Cory Gunz, KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz, Lil’ Fame, Billy Danze, Coke La Rock, Spinderella

Rolling 200 Deep, 2023, English

Lyrics

Pick up to six lines to make a card.

When niggas get all gassed and pumped up like an Exxon
With negativity, I'ma get at 'em like electrons
If my ratchet joined a YouToo movement
It'd be hard to dispute it 'cause I sexually molest mine (Uh)
And if it's money on your head then it can pop
The damn Glock in my hand cock when the check signed (Grrah)
I can hit the connect direct line
When I be coppin' up, bags move fast like express line
King!
Keep a shooter with me like 4K (4K)
I'm a drama king too, Slay, I'm Monte del Rey (King)
I'm confused, your favorite rapper still got more to say?
Every time we hand him down the budget, can't afford to pay
Haha! Somebody cappin' in they rappin', ain't it?
The racket captured, now he yappin' in the affidavit
Master your stature, that's gon' factor if you last to make it
Smack your favorite DJ if that the place where we have to take it
Let me spray the hammer, is it safe or no?
I'ma need about a sixteen but Kay said no
I got the fire and the smoke, can't breathe, you'll choke
Like The Vid, hard to live when there ain't no antidote
Thou salute a real queen, never mind what you heard (You heard?)
Been a legend in this shit, ain't have to say one word
'Cause y'all crown seekers, we crown keepers, get found ethered
Lost and found divas get done dirty, get found cleaned up
You niggas be puddle ducks (Haha)
Huddled up and get 'em knuckle bucked for a double up (Yeah)
My nigga love a problem, you want to get his trouble up? (Yeah)
No hair on his chest, he trying to get his stubble up (Woo)
You ain't on my temperature, don't get on my heat scan (Hee)
The last thing you'll ever hear from them is my feet ran (Nah)
That's why I keep it on me because I keep playing (yeah)
Smokin' from the border nigga soon as the leaf land (Yeah), motherfucker
Slang crack for breakfast, it's how we got lunch
A different definition for The Roc Brunch
You niggas out here telling on your cell phones
How you a snitch, taking pictures with the jail pose
My killers charge in your room quicker than incidentals
Send a missile that'll never miss you, it ain't sentimental
In Long Beach, niggas grip a pistol
With two drums on the side, them titties bigger than missiles
Peace!
If I want it, I'ma buy that, homie, cash good
My pockets on Backwood, keep a five pack on me (Keep that)
It was blocks with buildings that made a killing
Now I done bought blocks, these buildings make me a killing (Yeah)
Was eating Graham Crackers in a sandbox, you grew up on the Gram (Gram)
I grew up on Graham Avenue moving all them grams (Woo)
Styrofoam cup just flew in from New Apolo
With a clip full of beautiful hollows that you can swallow
BRRR
I ain't the nigga you should be hating on
I'm the nigga my whole generation and bloodline been waiting for
Best believe, you catch me hopping off of that short yellow bus
I'm a nigga with special needs (Ahh)
Since the jungle gym, we thuggin' off the muscle (M.O.!)
'Cause your drug habit is stronger than your hustle (Come on!)
Warrior, I am this, ten shots
I'll return 'em, chasin' you down a block with an iron fist
Hah
We still on it, you new dudes are counterfeit (Hah)
I don't want to hear shit about your drip (No)
Your whip, your chicks, or your chips (No)
Fuck around and get your auntie house hit (Pah)
Brownsville sponsorship, monster shit
I'm as hard as hard can get, I'm with the shit (B.D.)
Are you kidding me? Real niggas is feeling me
How many G.O.A.T.'s can there really be?
First Hip-Hop party, The Herculoids threw (Come on)
1520 Sedgwick Avenue (Let's go y'all, let's go), August 11, '73
The first day of Hip-Hop, know your history (Uh-huh)
I'm not here to grandstand, I just want my respect
From you industry cats (What) who cut the wrong checks
I'm just truly living standing in my square
Coke La Rock! Hip-Hop education is here