J. Gamble - Raw Dope

We just cruising
Like Smokey and the Bandit
Windows down
Music loud
Smoking that organic
Floating like a boat on the Atlantic
I hope you know just when to panic
Get that pussy soaked
Like the Titanic
Every clip is a banana
No brown spots
Red dots on ya commander
Obscene shit
Green tips from the hammer
I don't give props
Unless your shits hotter than summer up in Alabama
They calling me the great Gambini now
No man alive can ever say that he beat me down
Rhyme so grimy
They don't even want me around
So what?
No fucking ziti, now?
Yo, I been getting money in Little Italy
Sit at the same table with motherfuckers tryna get rid of me like the Kennedys
Cause we independently
Selling records without the record labels charging their little penalties
It's all motion and mathematics
That's why I focus on mechanics
I flow like no one on the planet
No one understands it
I'm holding all the cards
And I'm throwing 'em like Gambit
Going in with bars and Im rolling out with damn hits
Every trip to the Bahamas
Watch the sunrise with my chick in our pajamas
Sipping mai tai's
Smokin' spliffs of marijuana's
Am I sleeping with the enemy and swimming with piranhas?
They call me overrated and overpaid and that's wrong
I bet make more money than anyone off this song
I've been in the studio with my bong
As my brain and the stage slowly fades into fog
Cue the special FX
First comes the bite
Then the venom is next
Ever since 36 chambers been protecting my neck
You get the fame,
Then the Devil collects
Let's make a gentlemen's bet
Win or lose, I bet I'll spit a rhyme you'll never forget

Written by:
Justin Gamble

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