RiFF RAFF and Ghetty - RAP GAME PATRiCK EWiNG

Swear to God I'ma stunt so hard
Pull up on the ladies got 'em sayin' oh lord
Ain't a thing lil homie let do it (let do it)
Going hard in the paint Pat Ewing

I ball from a distance pocket so ballistic
Boysenberry on my biscuit's
My life style is vicious
But don't contradict me my reaction may vary
I done passed my SATs
My legs folded indian style on my lawn chair
Versace on my cabin i use to like rapping
Until I found out that I'm the
Rap game Samuel L jackson
Mixed with Eric Clapton
Sing a hook like Tony Braxton but I
Still find the time - in my - busy schedule
To make the fifth start relaxing
Like a lazy neighbor
I found a autographed high school picture
Darth Vader
On the back of my Aunt Thelma's wallpaper
RiFF

Ima Stunt hard swang through the city
Scored a touch down
Watch me dance like P Diddy
Swanging in Buick ain't nothing to it
I still count bands
An I ain't make it off the music
Smoking big killer california dank
Catch me flipping screens
While im pulling out the bank
Ima take it back like some Reebok pumps
Feel like Kris Kross
Way I make them boys jump
Paper sittin tall like the sears tower
Just like Scarface
I want the Money and the Power
Rolling up the sour, nothin but the sweets
Feel like Pistol Pete
Dropping dimes through the streets
Dimes on my celly swang through the telly
Keep it on the down low bitch im R Kelly
Ain't nothing changed yeah they know my name
Watch me switch lanes griping wood grain
UHHH

Written by:
HORST CHRISTIAN SIMCO, VINCENT MOLINA

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