Basik MC - Making the Rounds lyrics

[Intro: Basik MC] LA You know It's your boy, Basik MC A.K.A T-Reez A.K.A Teron A.K.A. Ladera's Mayor A.K.A The Neighborhood Bully and all that With my homeboy Reese One the top gun Bleu Collar music for these damn hustlers And these cat daddies out here doing it real tough like You know what I'm sayin', my cousin Eligh on the beat It don't stop, it's so linear Gutter lane Pros, Living Legends, Metropolitan It don't stop playboy Yes sir! [Verse 1: Basik MC] We young chaps just sautéing, soaking it up Go ahead and lay something potent in my cup I'm feeling a shade above excellence Thumbing through my relevance Attempting to get my arithmetic sum in lane In turn giving my olfaction's something strange What I do figure is crossing lines At least while these snipers is sport coating at champs It's not where it's at Personally we tap, Ladies on the beginnings of their arms And engulf them with charm Giving off some time of glow, you know charismatic Reason for me in the city, to have a tad bit of static Cuz I'm so well bent but nothings accredited to it So air boils my blood, I just can't kick Holding my air then release steam Then got used to hooks and ? praising the team They say I walk beyond my time and thats all it means Me and ? at Merose on Melrose Eyeing dames with small clothes and shell toes Goodfellas eat good and don't tamper with the male hoes With our handsome a**es, shop till we drop to much out the accounts Till we're stuck in a drought We pull chicks to the side and compliment their beauty Never asking for their number, leave that esteem and doubt Straight from the homies [?] [?] Me and PSC don't leave tour without epics to tell Return to L.A.X. 85 degrees Fahrenheit it's so damn swell With our inseam pockets on swell Oh damn well [Hook: Basik MC] It don't pop unless we say so It wasn't cracking unless we were there We all laying back shooting the breeze Watching the city move, peeping out various derriere What, we looking at your girl if you'd move out the damn way You might avoid, funk at least a damn day day It's about barbecues, pools, brews, cool If it really goes down can I get a what up though? [Verse 2: Reese One] I'm in a Sixty-Five, Malibu SS My sh** do impress, My look is spotless I'm that a**hole, every b**h wanna la**o Cuz I do things, bum's just don't have the cash fo' And I show life, to the low lives And everything a n***a do seems to go right Move through the city like the Mayor, L.A. Playa f**ing all-star n***a, Reese Chuck Taylor Don't be sick cuz your b**h den switched cliques Y'all some motherf**ing clowns, we top draft picks The n***as laughing loud, oblivious to the crowd Your hustle is pointless, you ballin' with no style And I'm gangsta in the corner Tequilla and Corona Getting hounded by a b**h who got a gain of a** on her n***as play us close, handshakes and how you been's Get outta my face pimp, you ain't one of my friends No stress, no pressure Don't break, don't bust We use to the attention, all eyes on us... ...Yeah, yeah sh**, why wouldn't I be? [Hook] It don't pop unless we say so It wasn't cracking unless we were there We all laying back shooting the breeze Watching the city move, peeping out various derriere What, we looking at your girl if you'd move out the damn way You might avoid, funk at least a damn day day It's about barbecues, pools, brews, cool If it really goes down can I get a what up though? [Verse 3: Basik MC] My Nino's and I bring the funk indoors As if we was entitled Savion Only appearing large, when the situations ghetto Like black cherry soda and the name LaTavion Man, your mic may be on, but who's checking Them boys from L.A. be on some awful sh**, I do reckon Bump with ya like as long as it's from that Bleu Collar selection Something to wet your beaks, get your lyrics fetish And your truck rattling fantasies candidly Cruise boulevards all you hear is drum and ba** like Ronnie Slide We cross these T's and we're on the way to dot the I's Communication all whereabouts through micro-state-of-the-art gadgets Mess with a familiar circle to keep from shorten out who aren't the f*ggots Popularity diverts us to lay low-ow-ow They know-ow That ever since eighteen years old-ole Basik was sports coupe full-ul-ul Ladera's Mayor big city boss and your momma's favorite Gutter lane pro-oh-oh-oh [Hook] It don't pop unless we say so It wasn't cracking unless we were there We all laying back shooting the breeze Watching the city move, peeping out various derriere What, we looking at your girl if you'd move out the damn way You might avoid, funk at least a damn day day It's about barbecues, pools, brews, cool If it really goes down can I get a what up thought [Verse 4: Reese One] My Dodger hat tilted, t-shirt bright My Dickie shorts crispy, tennis shoes white Caribbean Coke with a little lime twist Got me ready to spit my sales pitch at a b**h And it could be yours on my floor on all fours Your African Queen is now my black who*e Them Bleu Collar ba*tards keep it cracking till its cancelled Till it's all said and done with, you keep doing bum sh** Following a dumb b**h, Imma do fun sh** In the back with some chick, hoping that I cum quick sh** you dream about is things I can make happen I been fresh since high school, Punk, this ain't about rappin' This ain't about money, and this ain't about pull Me and my n***as just the sh**, you and your f*ggots are bull ...n***a, that's just how it is, you can't buy this sh** [Hook] It don't pop unless we say so It wasn't cracking unless we were there We all laying back shooting the breeze Watching the city move, peeping out various derriere What, we looking at your girl if you'd move out the damn way You might avoid, funk at least a damn day day It's about barbecues, pools, brews, cool If it really goes down can I get a what up thought [Outro: Basik MC] I mean damn, can I get a what up though? And if it's crackin' can I get a what up though? Bleu Collar My b**h is buggin' Can I get a what up though? Reese One Your b**h is over there, can I get a what up though? The top gun The party poppin' can I get a what up though? Basic MC Ya'll got some breezies can I get a what up though? Neighborhood bully A lick for a hundred G's can I get a motherf**ing call on the phone, what up though? Eligh (?) Flossy Jay Hit me on the two way, what up though? Gutter Lane Hit me at the house I'll be like, "what up though?" (?) Big Mark Your girl over there talking about "what up though?" So Imma say later for y'all and what up though?