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GP Wu - Smoking lyrics
A lot of cats thought the G.P. shit wouldn't make it June Luva (Smokin) Pop Brown Hornet (Smokin) Rubber to the Bands (Smokin) Down Low... (G.P. forever more baby) June Luva (Smokin) Pop Brown Hornet (Smokin) Rubber to the Bands (Smokin) Down Low (Smokin) [June Luva] Yo crews I been through with my Ginsu I be choppin em, the gap below ain't no stoppin em I be hoppin em, over the fences droppin em Leaping fylin kick on some Shaolin shit Get in your stance and defend your square If your skills is not equipped we're sendin that ass up outta here Indeed no question in this profession When G.P.'s in your area it's a blessin Keep em guessin what the hell is they up to Is they finished? Nigga we barely begun to Break em down and claim soil in this industry Before I'm gone muthafuckas will remember me Check my pedigree, substantial amount of evidence Body and fools from presidents My residence is Stapleton, Staten Isle BKA Better Known As the Shao [Pop The Brown Hornet] When it be the big dipper I beg to differ Approach like you want it and get put into a back twister Flunkee, little monkey All that garbage you be talkin I know you gots to be a junkie Cause I ain't feelin out one joints you made Everytime you rhyme with the next cat you're gettin slayed Your style's played but you still keep sportin it Put a cork in it, dust it off and auction it Get what you can for it 'fore it's too late You don't want the world to find out the shit's gold plated And outdated, I know you're glad you made it when you made it Cause you style's only gettin faded While I maintain mint condition You got your eyes on the star wishin you |
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