Charles Hamilton - Press C lyrics

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Charles Hamilton - Press C lyrics

[Intro] Tell me why they listen to the sickest dude rapping? (Ahh, ahh, ahh, it's a breath of fresh air) Make 'em wait... The wait is over [Verse 1] Sometimes I think I'm moving too fast Cause if I crash while I'm moving you laugh Who's mad? Who's glad? Who's sad that they can't do that? Just finished rolling up two bags Of bluegra**, the new hash I'm in heaven I don't wanna move back My life was a lie, now I'm living true facts My situation good and my b**h is too bad And I get her wetter than a swimming pool (Splash) Flipping new tracks, hitting two bad b**hes who have picture cool pa** If I kiss them while they listen to the sickest dude rapping Ripping instrumentals, intuition do matter Does matter, this the new tactic Get the clue ba*tard, this the new pattern [Hook] Just jump til you get to cloud nine Just jump til you get to cloud nine Just jump til you get to cloud nine Just jump til you get to cloud nine (Press C) Just jump til you get to cloud nine (Press C) Just jump til you get to cloud nine (Press C) Just jump til you get to cloud nine (Press C) Just jump til you get to cloud nine I know what you wanna do I know everything you're trying to be I know what you think is true And I know just what you're trying to see [Verse 2] Can't believe it man, I made it this far Life is harder than a Jadakiss bar But I gotta live a life of justice Life is a beat and I gotta do it Justice Trust it, that's how I know I got substance So you can't blame it on substance Played my music for the devil and he loved it Called God and said I've had enough It's time to give it up, let the little n***a have it The little n***a's a savage with a real n***a balance Being real ain't a real n***a talent Being a real n***a is a real n***a talent Seven and seven is fourteen The letter N, n***a support me And you my n***a if you feeling the vibe Just keep it real and don't consider your eyes I ain't even worried 'bout clouds on my path Cause I done rained on clouds from the past So when they wanna get down I just laugh You can kiss the True Religion crown on my a** That's how I get down with my bad, self I'm James Brown when I black I feel good, no pity party I'm in everybody nose like N.E.R.D [Hook]