E-dubble - No Doubt lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Carlos Ferragamo] Chao the motherf**ing dungeon of rap How you cum if minus the s**m the dick the college chick with a perm Who's the number one Bronx MC? That be me, capital 'C', yup, 'A' to the 'R-LOS' Pronounce it 'Carlos', Ferragamo the surname Here bringin' finest hip-hop minus the rope chain You've prolly never heard of me like I got no name Train on the tracks, we're fire without the propane Air Force 1's on the feet, color of c**aine (what?) [DJ bring it back sorta like Rogaine? Battle me stupid like PS3 with no game Or computers with no monitors Check the thermometer, spit longer than 4 kilometers Shine bright like the North Star Andromeda, for real Smack the top of the face, no ice grill Cuz I came from the hood and I could go back still [Verse 2: e-dubble] I got it, I'm on it No pause, no comma Straight through, no juice still spit like a Llama Yeh, new week, new treat like a comic I ain't talking stand-up but I like 'yo-mamma's' Promise gets kept your threats ain't honest 33 weeks deep, keep dodging them Piranhas Jaw drops like you just saw Rihanna in pajamas and you got it on tape so rewind it Play it again, the good sh** reining 'em in Carlos and e-dub, we playing to win I'm tryna spread the good seed like I came in the wind Pollinating 'til the politics can come to an end Honestly this new sh** it transcendent Everyone's a critic nowadays Go ahead and hit send, b**h The Internet is like a living organism for some haters to create a persona they ain't livin' yet And probably never will, I'll probably never spill My cup is a carafe and my balance be that of Jedi sk** You better bet I'm ill I hate to brag but before I go out I hope I got an Eddie Vedder will Lots of a**ets, no liability I'm saddened by the pa**ionless people with no abilities And I ain't talkin' 'bout the people with the [Scrillogys]? Equivalent to Terry Jones sermonizing in Tripoli Ack, bullsh**tin' while I think about victory Happy to be stubborn, I'm never uttering 'Pretty please?' Too many Favre's in the pocket, no tickling We sweat to pay dues, Ray Lewis take a whiff of these Dirty uniforms, never keep them sh**'s white Go and f** yourself if you need your sh** wiped Do for self or go ahead and get your sh** swiped Unconvinced I'm equal, inherit sh** but a sh** life Talkin' down to me is something that you can't do I'm 7 foot, you're [Mecholsky]? in a pants suit I see your dandruff and you need to shampoo Bill Clinton your a** free willy 'til I shamoo Or sham-wow, I took the damn vows Married to this sh**, hip-hop is my spouse No movie, my mind has no doubt But I'm livin' in the parable, now you go pout [Outro]