EROC - 2 Legit lyrics

[Intro] EROC is the sound of the future, now run tell that homeboy (Bomb Drops) Somebody call Flex tell him to drop bombs on this one 2013 alright [Hook: King Pryze] Them bad bad's in the spot tonight they lookin' right Throw that a**ist Cops Hara**, questions they ask I plead the fifth In the club, They play my sh** They like who is this Bet they know my name They know I'm the new n***a in the game Who is too legit I'm too legit And all my n***a's 2 legit They too legit And all my shorties too legit Yea they the sh** The game is over dig a ditch Dig a ditch Ugh hold up [Verse 1: eROC] I'm the NWA I'm the man, f** what you say This right here is funeral music 187 send the bouquet You need eROC for a beat Tell your management cut the check She a good girl in the streets But leave hickies all on my neck Play this in the club they gon' lose it This go dumb dumb they go stupid You ain't no GALA the movement All we know is making dope music E-R, O-C, think Kanye in '03 Rappin' over my own beats I black out, I OD I was raised out in Brooklyn Word to hova and biggie My momma moved me to Jersey But I still be reppin' my city She said damn boy you so crazy I love your style I love your stylo All of ya verses is fire And all of your beats is straight lethal, UGH! [Bridge: eROC] Cuz I'm too legit, girl im too legit I was thinking maybe we could head back to the crib Head back to the crib, maybe later you and me Could go half on a kid, go half on a kid I'm about to go in, like I'm serving a bid Like I'm serving a bid [Hook: King Pryze] Them bad bad's in the spot tonight they lookin' right Throw that a**ist Cops Hara**, questions they ask I plead the fifth In the club, They play my sh** They like who is this Bet they know my name They know I'm the new n***a in the game Who is too legit I'm too legit And all my n***a's 2 legit They too legit And all my shorties too legit Yea they the sh** The game is over dig a ditch, dig a ditch Ugh hold up [Verse 1: King Pryze] I got dreams of coppin' casino's, Buying Gold by the Kilo Godfather ambition, I'm feeling like Al Pacino Balling out like I'm Nino and putting on for my people GALA Music the family, Y'all n***as is lookin' feeble (Hit'em!) O Lord have mercy, Please baby girl dont hurt me 9-7-Trey that's Jersey, Hit the Parkway I'm swervin' And the homie Mark got the Jamie we set You know Dirty Dan got the loud on deck Cliff in the bank still tryna' get bread Matt so sauced that he lookin' type dead [Bridge: King Pryze] Hold up, Whats up? Lil mama was a high roller You wouldn't tell by the way that she grinds on ya In the club right now.. Whats good when the nights over? I smile because... [Hook: King Pryze] Them bad bad's in the spot tonight they lookin' right Throw that a**ist Cops Hara**, questions they ask I plead the fifth In the club, They play my sh** They like who is this Bet they know my name They know I'm the new n***a in the game Who is too legit I'm too legit And all my n***a's 2 legit They too legit And all my shorties too legit Yea they the sh** The game is over dig a ditch, dig a ditch Ugh hold up