Ces Cru - Mi Na Foreplay lyrics

[Intro] [Ubi] CES Cru, Leonard D. Stroy Constant Energy Struggles To be or not to be U B, Here we go [Verse 1:Ubi] To write or not to write Tonight i rock the mic Tomorrow back to work Can never stop the grind I, must of lost my mind I need to squash the beef I feel like Rockwell, Somebody's WATCHIN' ME! I feel like my clip cause all I here is CES Cru This CES Cru That Where the f** is CES Cru at? Let's do tracks I ain't tryin' stress you out But where's the album And when that new CES come out? 'Less you forget about 'em, not Motown so Show me a little when I Rock Your Town though Show me you get a buzz when they smell that, YES! You can better talk than admit, it grade A, CES! It ain't the best Don't believe in adminstrative test The most, inivative of those to say they been invaded yet Y'all made a mess of the game So now i'm here to represent And speak on behalf of a definite pain Lesson to the lame I'm less than a second away Never been afraid Bet i better pin if you fade Been a friend of mine I befuddle many of mine Catch a sinner mind, I Cuddle many a dime Chopper with an axe Shock and I can offer you back Boo-Biddy-Bye-Bye Y'all ready to die? So many young guns come, none heavy as I Nobody's aim quite as steady as mine! Somebody say [Hook] (x2) HEY The dolla day The dolla dolla day HEY The dolla day The dolla dolla day HEY Say if you see me in the scene I'm out for play now Say if see my in the scene Get out my way now! [Verse 2: Godemis] Grab all of you simple sams I mean this Somethin' circumstance if y'all cut out a scene 6 Supplemented books smarts for a street IQ I don't believe in the devil some believe i do But oh well I dumbin' out, grip the mic for wealth And if i did praise satan, id be praisin' myself Percentiles so, thank God i put it in a verse 'Fore i decided to body 'em and put 'em in a hearst For the hearst, to the earth The worst case scenario PoTAto Potato Mario or MARio f** it symantecs You can get chopped and locked in On some U-Turn sh** Slanging fruit wit no Botwin Dead in the middle The middi, it's k**er City Where we talk to Remonas Who talk a lot but don't do diddily Pat the live liquid lyricist, long dick of the Law They all crash dummies hittin' the wall C'mon [Hook]