Ces Cru - The Routine lyrics

[Intro: Godemis] (Yeah!) Six times for your fatherf**in'... Yeah! [Verse 1: Godemis] Everybody doin' this sh** Everybody doin' this style Claimin' they coming to serve us, but they can't even take what they dish out So I'm dissin' dummies 'till I dismount Murderin' 'em with the ruitine Both eyes break like red Hot head full of blue dream Flip scripts to a new scene Crown fit for a true king Cosigns don't mean sh**, but your friends change like a mood ring Make deals with a firm shake Now the hand 'round me true clean And if y'all don't be dealing with contracts, I don't know what the f** y'all mean I been at it for a minute meaning I'm releasing and leaving nobody breathing k**er City can ache when the Ces is leaving Anybody relating? Then lets get even Strangely I'm an oddball and I'm on call 'till I'm on y'all k** pins but I won't draw [?] with the bone saw [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] You gotta roll another cone of that dank piff Rank shift based on my statement Catastrophic when I came in, same same spillin' entertainment While you were using pillow cases, I been grindin', filling blank discs If you ain't willing to take risks in this business, then you really ain't sh** See I'm feelin' real exhilaration Buildin' ill affiliations Sasquatch to these half-flocks k**er City in my playpen Foreground to their backdrop They can chop but they don't make sense Way they' talkin' made a language with dopplegangers Claimin' coppyin' gang twists f** a half-broke, never [?] Black smoke in my brain stem Backstrokin' this cake with these rap macro, but they can't swim See these rap shows are my main b**h Back home in my state, lit Stack though, and I may grip Cause that plateau where I can't sit [Hook: Ubiquitous] Then whoever's been soundin' like Cinderella's on some bippity-boppity-boop Ain't nobody different, now they all gon' copy on some bippity-boppity-boop So we dab and dippin' and we pop and drop it, got that bippity-boppity-boop Bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop [Verse 3: Mac Lethal] Bippity-boppity-bo Hippity-hoppity-ho Miggity-miggity-Mac is just kickin', the venom is rappin' I'm packin' a Mac in the back of the act And I don't wanna hear all this rappity-rap I would rather just listen to yackity-sacks Like yackity-yack, your b**hes don't talk back cause I'm packin' a Magnum 44 all black Everybody doin' this sh**, when they kickin' flows, I just laugh at ya Rappers now are just robots dressed in women's clothes like Ex Machina And throwin' money, throwin'-throwin' money sayin' ain't nobody out there cold as I You got a golden watch, you got platinum teeth, "I can't afford to buy kids f**ing school supplies" Ces Cru, that's my possy, that's my crew gang, that's my blood cousins Since the 90's when we was mob deep, and in Wu-Tang and in What-Whatin' I didn't give a f** about your little septum ring, and your fur coats, and your f** bu*tons I don't care about rappers using autotune, I bet you'll make me uplift you, who the f** doesn't? That's me, just Mac Light two cones, more for us With the light blue smoke, pour it, stir it, and I might spew flows for purpose That's you, just whack You all high fructose corn suroup Just diabetes, just junk food You're gonna die eventually, f** you! [Hook: Ubiquitous & Godemis] Then whoever's been soundin' like Cinderella's on some bippity-boppity-boop Ain't nobody different, now they all gon' copy on some bippity-boppity-boop So we dab and dippin' and we pop and drop it, got that bippity-boppity-boop Bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop Bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop Bippity-boppity-boop, bippity-boppity-boop So they sell it, they soundin' like Cinderalla, yellin' "Bippity-boppity-boop" Now we dabbin' and dippin', then poppin', droppin, got that bippity-boppity-boop