Drakeo The Ruler - DRAKEO Not Drake-O

(I get my work from a Narco)

Jinkies, I break dance when I get the bag
Wonton chop like Jack Chan a black belt
Get the sack then I'm gone in the wind
When I'm carryin' this FN, finna knock crimson chins off
Sneak dissin' on the team you get dealt with
I'm finna hit her with the Melvin if she a don
Crime pays so I bought me a tennis necklace
Everything creamy, baby, it's Ben and Jerrys
Mardi Gras got the tits and the ruler clips
Beam on it who wanna be on the news today?
Snake vibes I'ma do 'em the Judas way
These little niggas playin' games more then two can play
I'm a different type a nigga when I'm shootin' Ks
Scottie Pippen jersey on when I'm hoopin' up
I hate niggas guess it's time to Klux the Klux
For pooks and butts, miss me with the groupie stuff
His main bitch look like she be shootin' up
You can never be as cool as us, lose the drugs
School and guns, my life is a movie, huh?
The Stincs don't allow snakes and Judases

Cold as ice when I'm snowboardin'
Free throws mean he's no longer
That C-class booth, yeah, he's that dude
A hundiddy when I creep past you

It's the slimmest, who really wanna die today?
Usually Cam'ron pink, today is Majin Buu
Read the real nigga chronicles, I'm all through it
Hangin' rats by they tails, man, I'm all for it
Why you hatin' on the cardboard, I'm goin' long
Silly nigga don't you ever leave me home alone
Jibber jabber more like honky-tonk get 'em gone
See a bunch of broke niggas in my ear tonight
It's Drakeo not Drake-O get it right
Gon have me knockin' off all type of wigs tonight
Fryin' pigs tonight you givin' that squealin' sound
Just caught an opp standin' tall had to sit 'em down
Ten semi rounds he doin' a spin dance
Still I walk alone we don't cross walk around
Stick and move block the play with Pau Gasol
And I'ma give 'em thirty-two from Karl Malone, you know the truth

Cold as ice when I'm snowboardin'
Free throws mean he's no longer
That C-class booth, yeah, he's that dude
A hundiddy when I creep past you
Cold as ice when I'm snowboardin'
Free throws mean he's no longer
That C-class booth, yeah, he's that dude
A hundiddy when I creep past you

Written by:
Darrell Caldwell

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