Elow The Great - Chip Off The Ol' Block

Watch me flip another bank roll
A Chip off the ol' block
You gonna need to schedule mako
Watch me drop' em like Plinko
While I'm Pull back on the Draco
Candy paint dripping off Lorenzo's
Screens open up on the the Benzo
Pack' n the box like a bento

Man Riding low like a pinto
I ain't doing shit cause you say so
I got my mind on the guacamole
And I'm talking pockets full of Queso
Invest in myself and I'm paid for
They gonna have to put me on the payroll
So Don't get it twist
When I fuck this joint up
From the sockets like ankles

I got' em waiting for that drum roll
Write' em off like a tax roll
They can't get enough of me
I'm taking the W
White rags on they flagpole

I'm the black hole
You the black mole
I make ash coals
You an asshole
I'm Van Goa and
Imma paint a picture
Imma cut' em off
Now you Picasso

You make up shit cause ya names olé
Talking bullshit call' em out ole'
Face mask off
Imma fumigate
With a can of raid
Roach niggas won't stop eating food of my plate

Man that's what roaches are for
Watch as they scatter around on the floor
On my Brussels sprouts flush them out
So I can get to the green
Pest control knocking on ya front door

You can say I'm insane from the membrane
I'm driving too fast man
Imma switch lanes

Got my hand on the piece like I'm gripping wood grain
A heavy scope with a full clip
I got you in range

I done rose to the top and I had to switch planes
I was banned from the flight
Cause I'm sharp like a switchblade

On second hand
I decided to smoke' em out
When I attack like a chest pain

I never act like someone else
Rango

I mean it when I'm say I got the juice
Mango

Imma make' em do the Macarena
Tango

You don't understand my lingo
Lingo

Scratch' em out on the pad Brillo
Brillo

Reload like Commando
Commando

Imma bust back like Rambo
Rambo

Sheesh

You wouldn't want me to let the chopper rang
I ain't really fuck'n with no Prada gang

Turn your rhyme games
Into pocket change
Imma bout to go on a rampage
Ooh

Turn ya whole city to a vaca
When see you lying bout the San bay
Make ya wish you was doing the same thangs
Nigga We ain't even on he same page

I'm serious, my eyes show I'm ruthless
Jabber at the jaws you can say I'm toothless

Way back before they heard me I was locked up
Till I made it to the top now it's roof less

I gotta cut the game short
On' em when I have to part ties

You can keep that same energy with me
When you're Spit' n that bar
Like it's mother fuck'n crunch time

Im about to flip another bank roll
A chip off the ol' block
You can say I'm neuvo
Shadow mob looking like nato

Imma spread the choppa like mayo
They gonna pull it out, when I say so
I'm tucked low in the front seat
Imma aim it right back out the window

Written by:
Erwin Lewis

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