Chubby Jag - MC Hammer Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] You got it all wrong meet the right man holmes One man back f** a hype man holmes Patron and (?) on my nightstand holmes Weed up in my left and my right hand holmes You hatin' on Jag they gon' rush that n***a You know he gon' tell if they cuff that n***a Where I come from you can bust that n***a Run up on the scene like f** that n***a I don't trust that n***a thinking he could beat me That's like seeing 50 bringing Buck back n***a And giving me points, touchback n***a Disrespect Chubby they gon' snuff that n***a You know I'm sharper than a cobra mouth Tell them magazines bring the posters out Soon as a n***a bring the Nova out You would think a n***a brought Hova out See me work, catch me flipping But one thing you won't do is catch me slipping You can catch me chipping, working in the kitchen Like I got bad kids, you can catch me whipping Catch me dripping, Yea n***a shot wet Send the boy missing like a n***a got text You better ball now cause a n***a got next Tell me you the best lil' n***a not yet Get your crew slayed n***a, better move gay n***a Or stand and get hit by the Uz-a n***a And the show goes on, Lupe n***a Cause we could give a f** bout what you say n***a Go and diss me I'm k**ing somebody Lay my hands on em like I'm healing somebody Time for a G to keep it real with somebody Hard, And that don't mean a n***a feeling somebody I swear I went ham on the MC hammer, rapper with a gun Call me MC blamer, fill a n***a in The boy got an eagle that'd grill a n***a skin call me MC tanner, Chubby You don't know nothing no holmes, cool but don't push a n***a bu*ton no holmes I'll shut you down like a bug in your phone, take your b**h f** in your home, They saying Chubby Jag bars up this year Verse (?), f**ed around and made a couple bucks this year Sounding like the future n***a f** this year And you ain't never gotta show me love n***a Long as I got Larsiny and P Dub n***a Plus you can't out hustle me f** n***a Get it all off time to re-up n***a Yea that, n***as with them scared raps Dead that, the best and yea I said that Nobody can compare that, I got a little homie Pop shells for a n***a, Whenever I'm on it got sells for a n***a Express like the boy got mail for a n***a Probably f** around and go to Hell for a n***a Chubby, I did this sh** with no stress n***a I know haters hoping I ain't blow yet n***a Think you better, (?)(?) back n***a Be happy I ain't sleeped with your ho yet n***a You shining but I ain't seen the glow yet n***a Ricky, but do it like an old vet n***a Bars, I'll rip your whole set n***a The best of the year if you ain't know yet n***a Jag