Dirty Heads - Antelope lyrics

[Verse 1: Dirty J] Well, my, hat brim might be worn a little too low You're too slow, what the f** do you really think you know I do so, and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial Like Metamucil, I k** some rhymes that I'm used to You park so high and mighty, but I'm not mighty high Duddy smoke you out with weed and leave your mouth f**ing dry Cause some of them rappin', clappin', laughin' Always beer tappin', f**in' dorkette slapping Be ridiculous at how I'm trippin' Is all I'm thinking is this the best MC that you can find I shine like some moonlight through the pine Yo, and even if you were wine I'd still stay dope up with my line [Verse 2: Duddy B] Well if you generally irie Then roll with the stylie Duddy "smokin' Cali green leaf 'til I die" B Leave me alone when I'm chilling in my home Yo, I'm smooth like a Schwinn and I shine like the chrome Of its fender, remember this microphone defender Return your sh** to sender cause no one wants to hear it Yo, your lyrics are weak and yes your spirit's meek And you an ignant motherf**er, yes it shows when you speak You're a wicked disappointment, your rhymes need some ointment The crowd at your shows always laughing and pointin' Leavin' and blewin', my boy has been groovin' And I'm still backstage just smokin' and boozin' Confusin' the sets, save the best for my choosin' I'm choosin' the rest so you're losin' [Verse 3: Dirty J + Duddy B] Well, don't forget about the down and dirty southern Cali flow Just open the melody and let the rhythm go I'm hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope And soften up your Skoal just like a ripened cantaloupe Because the west (west) coast (coast) knows how to k** it Yo, and y'all (y'all) know (know) when its time to feel it Yo, we make it right (make it right) So we up all night (up all night) Until it's tight (until it's tight) Until it's tight (until it's tight) A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me With lyrical chastity and verbally blasphemy The illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me (So come on and clap with me) Just come on and clap with me (So come on and clap with me) Yo, just come on and clap with me [Verse 4: Dirty J] Once upon a time in the neighborhood There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand He had a dirty-a** head from the beach and the sand He said, I just got out of the water and I'm late for school I asked Duddy to skip and he said, that's cool So we went to the liquor store, got ourselves some Magnums Rollin' down the street, yeah, you know we brown bagged 'em With the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom Said we rollin' through my hood, yeah, you know we got 'em s**er MCs wanna battle me, but that's okay I tell 'em, don't f** around because we don't play I sang rock out with my co*k out, I got balls of steel Hear me clanking down the street like a bag of beer Said the dance off session, gonna start right here Duddy B, grab the wheel, cause I can't steer You got 20-inch rims and they spinnin' when you stop Said I don't give a f**, k** it when the beat drops Cause that's what I respect, to all you knuckle heads and derelicts Just jammin down the sound with the syllables and intellect Maybe not the intellect, but the syllables are clean And I leave you in the desert with an empty canteen While I be rippin' shows from here to Galapagos And I be pickin' foes like I'm pickin' a fro And all you chicken head hoes That come to picket my shows You got to go