DJ Premier - Dope Boy Talk lyrics

[Intro: Jakk Frost] Uh huh Yeah Jakk Frost DJ Premier And DJ Premier [Scratches by DJ Premier] "Doper than anybody who tries to cope" [Jakk Frost] Hip hop mixed with the dope boy talk BeardGang [Verse 1] In the middle of winter, my guns bring May weather Raised in the Mo Cheeks, Dr. J era Jakk Frost and DJ Premier, they together Highly anticipated like Manny and Mayweather My flow way better, even rappers I'm cool with Don't want me on their stage cause my show way better Fully loaded beretta, bloodier by the leather Guaranteed to swiss cheese your chest for that cheddar Monterey Jakk, cheese has you b**hing AC turned out trying to find your way back He got front on a brick he couldn't pay back Did his line like LeBron, pushed his wig way back Never had a Bentley, never had a Maybach But still, b**hes sit on my lap and lay back I'm the BeardGang General, it's simple as that The serial k**er of instrumentals is back [Hook 2x] This is hip-hop mixed with that dope boy jargon Thirty-six for the brick, that that dope boy bargain This is hip-hop mixed with that dope boy talk Pistol hanging off my hip, that's that dope boy walk [Verse 2] The infrared won't miss y'all The shotgun slugs break angles like Curry did Chris Paul I'm old school like Pacman and Pitfall Atari 5200 with the white ball Fiends used to give us TV's for 8-ball's Now I'm moving eight bricks every eight calls These cowards can't stop me The 40 leave 'em choking 'til he blue in the face like King Joffrey Bad b**hes be like, "who is he?" The dope game got me telling "Gucci Time" like I'm Schoolly D Three SK's will make a d**h scene Walk away with your dignity and give me that green Runners screaming for Jesus, blasphemy Why this fat motherf**er want to blast at me Got n***as at every coast that will blast for me Kick in your door and cause a catastrophe When I'm gone, there won't be another after me My coke make the fiends say "Uhh" like Master P My clip got no limits on n***as that's so timid Frost is so frigid, my temperature's low digits n***as brag about their Fendi belt I put four through his waist, six in his face and ask him how the semi felt [Hook] [Outro 2x: Scratches by DJ Premier] "BeargGang General" "Jakk Frost" "The n***as in Philly is rowdy rowdy" "BeargGang" "Click, bang"