E-dubble - Golden Ones lyrics

[Verse 1] On my way to Fishtown headed back from Ambler ([?] in the system) I can see they hands up This could be they anthem, this could be a go to Boom bat rap with a knack for a boat shoe Approach you, they goat you to poach you And joke you, jerk you Six ways to Sunday then Monday they merk you Don't buy this you should stick to yourself Even dreams get hustled so be good to your health All you have when the chips are low An it can show, I'm back stage but I'm fit to blow Top shelf when I spit my flow, be it fast or slow It's two tones but I bet you know I get it in like a hole-in-one And it's been fun, but my sh**'s like a stolen gun Hot n' dirty, sippin' some vodka early (f** rules here's the Golden One) [Hook] (One) Never live my life like a chump does That's something that I just don't like (Two) Never bring a knife to a gun fight They got guns so they probably won't fight (Three) Always take no for an answer The yes' will come in due time (Four) Always give a nice firm handshake A dead fist simply can't be ignored Paisley tattoo on her bu*t cheek Cheeky little lady if you ask me And if you ask me 'bout them a** cheeks I can verify them jawns is real And if you got a problem with the BP You can always come and just see me I got an attitude like C3-PO meets the G called OG [Verse 2] Up goes Fraiser, Two Tone Rebel, misspell 'til you make it Like dying Mike never thought that he could dance right Then I saw the power of the rhythm of a past life Figured take a few thwacks at it, I always loved third base I-I-I-I never knew about collagen, but I could always save face Hey, I sit in bed and pump the breaks before I start to feel drummin' Different strokes, different folks, listen to the drummin' 85 back beat bumpin' in the stomach Got that one, two, three, four, f** it who's comin'? Got that East Coast slang that's plain to see I'm the two one fist spitter (I'm the D-U-B) But back back then man, go ATs, be B.I.G, Tu P-A-C No O-P-P, I was K-I-D, no 40 40 tub, no H-O-V, no M-O-B, no crude up love The hella big fella mellow 'til they all gun bug and then it's on ([?]) All the boppers want they numbers in my cellular phone Who can blame 'em know we're shammin' it's a hell of a tone And if they meet Lewis the dog then I throw 'em a bone I'm talkin' [Hook] (One) Never live my life like a chump does That's something that I just don't like (Two) Never bring a knife to a gun fight They got guns so they probably won't fight (Three) Always take no for an answer The yes' will come in due time (Four) Always give a nice firm handshake A dead fist simply can't be ignored Paisley tattoo on her bu*t cheek Cheeky little lady if you ask me And if you ask me 'bout them a** cheeks I can verify them jawns is real And if you got a problem with the BP You can always come and just see me I got an attitude like C3-PO meets the G called OG