Joell Ortiz - Seven Deuce lyrics

Let me see. I got my license...Yep Seat-belt on. Can't be to safe out here Alright, take a ride with me y'all Dim the lights him too bright Like a vivid night in the sky in July When Orion and them sit just right I roast you in a blink, be scared that I bite My notebook so stink look how much sh** I write No more mister polite, you unleashed the beast in me So s** my dick if you ain't never believed in me This little dough I been getting, b**hes teasing me How many to Seymour yeah, keep feeding me I'm top dog, you ain't nothing but measly Muts, of all of what I draws up easily Oh, you heard what I said, you like that word? Well that was off with a head I ain't write that word Whoever it is telling you that you nice has nerve Beating over your head with a spiked bat turd I'll crash your show spit and get a mike back herb Say something I twist your sh** like a Mike Jack swerve I'm BK till I decay with each day Somebody running home, not from a bunt But it's still a squeeze play You odo, you ain't give up that cheese hey Sooner or later you'll PayPal no eBay I stayed in the gutter mice, laid in a rubber Open up the fridge empty ice tray and no bu*ter Forgive what I say cause I love her But on the nice days in the summer Soft white stayed in my mother brother Because of this music, a lot of sh** changed But now that I really look, a lot stayed the same I used to rock sneaks with the holes in the front Now I'm on south beach with open toes when I front We did pull ups in the center eating temporary plates And I pull up to the center with a temporary plates I had a big red coat and all my feathers was fly Now my red dot is dope and my feather is fly I used to sling crack twisted in Glad Wrap I still sling crack don't get it twisted Ain't y'all glad that I rap High-school my teacher said young man stand in the back Bumped into her I let my young man stand in her back My son asked me Daddy, how you rhyme, how you do all them shows And remember all them lines I sat him down Daddy's been doing this a long time It took practicing, practicing, practice for sure When I was tired I practice some more So if you practice for your spelling test like I practice Imagine your score Now run along cause daddy got more work to do I just got me a new beat, I gotta earth this too I ain't sick, I got the worsest flu And an aggressive malignant flow Look how quick my verses grew The doctor said I'm so sorry just what you have it's terminal That's why when the Papi spit the fans say I bodied it Back your Brooklyn, project lobby sh** Hammer in the mailbox whoever feel froggy sh** Hand to hand in the stairs like it ain't obvious Brown bag over the beer, late night retardedness I was bread where probably once a month we had bread So the first 4 days we had bread A mattress on a corner on the floor was a bed And when it snowed, a piece of card board was a sled Why the f** you think I'm going hard for knucklehead? I come from nothing, daddy got dressed and left So yeah I come from nuttin' but iPods is bumpin' Ortiz It was a battle but I won the f**ing war It's cool to hate but I don't know what you fronting for I'm the best bottom line like an underscore Point me out another n***a spitting like me Who, him? Man homie sweeter than this Lipton ice tea Superman, who wanna come try, kryptonite me Watch the son fly away when I spit the aire I'm the one, you wouldn't believe the sh** that I see I'm the one Neo, soul like India Arie My balls hang, yeah, I just let them loose You in the hate me gang, come on set a truce I'm just snifting my nice leather juice Riding round town relaxing, in my seven deuce Yeah, I told you man this is fun for me I mean that from the bottom of my soul Keep sending them beats in I keep sending them back f**ed up n***a, hahaha, yeah