'Cause when I rock street kids rejoice, I got mad rhymes
You always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that
Oh shit shug, whatsup
I plan to keep rap real so if your shit ain’t fat then kneel
Word
Just loungin', about to go do this shit in the studio
You’re not a threat to myself, and neither to my staff
Still it’s mostly tha voice, that gets you up
Not the type to really dance too much, although I used to
'Cause the sound of my voice, it does a lot to 'em
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
Up steps one, he gets done, then up steps another, he gets smothered
Yo man
But if your voice ain’t dope then you need to chill
And then you took all the music out
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
And if you don’t follow now, I’ll disrespect your ass
Rather bust a fresh line, and get loose to
The blunted ill types of beats premier makes
But if your voice ain’t dope then you need to chill
What about oral sex, which chick’s next
Don’t front on that shit
My bank roll expands, I invest in my man
Then come back, and people still know gangster
Mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
I’m saying yo, if I let you get busy
So when you think you know the whole, you don’t even know the half
You better change your behavior, battling gangster
What's up, money?
You know what I’m sayin', you can’t be disappointin' me
Makes your girl’s rear shake, let me set it straight
It’s mostly tha voice, that gets you up
More vicious than said, do a crime with no bid
Some rappers use hooks to this shit but if you took that shit out
Mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
What would remain, the voice, no doubt
Oh yeah, you just let me get on that shit
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
But if your voice ain’t dope then you need to chill
Take a trip to a land a-far
You squeal, feelin' pain from my oral flex
Like SW, I’m right here, waitin' to correct your ass
No religion could save ya, my religion is rap, R-A-P, R-E-A-L-I-T-Y, G
That’s word to mother, or should I say moms
I tell a bitch that I didn’t when you know that I did
To open wide and get a chunk from a real brother
For real man
I flip shit, I’ma flip shit on this
So you and the niggaz right there, be aware
But I don’t diss 'em I just talk to 'em
Sucka, boy, get off my shit, get off my dick, so what I make butter hits
Yeah, some real funk from a real brother
See I’m the ladies choice 'cause I got crazy styles
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
I drop bombs, scorchin' niggaz like napalm
But if your voice ain’t dope then you need to chill
They get sprung and most of them don’t recover
Mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
But still it’s mostly tha voice, tha voice that gets you up
Bless my soul I control, when in pimp mode
