Astro - Stro Is The Name lyrics

(Intro) Just make sure that anybody who’s anybody gets on the guest list, okay? Come on man, what’s all that fit? I saw how you was lookin at that skeezer Come on now Nicki, I was only being polite Yea, well look, don’t try to play me Having a girlfriend who’s becoming a… I’m sorry for what happened to your son a’ight? But don’t make your scapegoat cuz you failed as a father (Verse) Well it’s the 1-2 checker, take it back to the max You got no choice but to respect the better Bigger hater than Loff, with this head, with this rhyme flow Fake emcees couldn’t grow with no Ma**ato Good god, you got the wickedness, witness They bust shots when I rock, forget ballistics sponsored links My chicks is rachy, we don’t rock Givenchy Armani, they take too much of our money This dough went intact But the style be resputia and precious, matter fact I keep it matte black, everywhere, never coolin But you got a Hollywood star in Congo square I’m acidous, hittin every lyric with a different rhythm Young and black and tryna see the system, that’s a stigmatism I drop the science, I’m implying I be Frankenstein to tracks for racks and racks So look, can be that, I don’t need co-signs to hold mines with them rubber bands like the Motherland It’s the over jam, not that funky stuff Opening, closing and kickin in doors with these rusty chucks This moment does what we gots to do when we got the jazz Like they send a early prostitute So please, I’m too G, drop a king to his knees, pause (Verse) Hey, you, what’s that sound? Everybody look, what’s going down? You better run and tell the owners I’m at the door He while like Jersey Shore with flows galore Ain’t down with the radio no more, oh no Your hardest thing bumpin be the act me promos Got underground trips by the boatload You get popper, your boy gotta, boycott ya Keep a couple rugged lyrics just to get on they nerves Paralyzed, paragra** with these powerful words Parapavesys, my joints is hit, you bellow that You snap on beats like Kodak and you know that With no words, I master sound like Balzac But I could tell you that these rappers is a**, stroke back You want more rhymes? Show me dollar signs, word. (Outro) Deadbeats & Lazy Lyrics s**a.