King Los - What's Good lyrics

[Verse 1: Los] Yo Man I should run up in these record labels Like hey let me talk to ya'll Then put that K to A in R's Like Im bout to spell Arkansas Hand over my ice and cream I ain't talkin about Haagen Dazs I could moonwalk on the sun Stop wishin on these fallen stars Flow sharper than arrow heads Ask around im a thoroughbred Best rapper alive I mean like in the whole world craig Shout out to my birthplace Who knew I would lose it all You could sign me durin a earthquake This time I would refuse to fall Cause my swag high like a n***a blew that kush Kicks fly like I threw a shoe at bush Whats takin so long to get the radio goin I feel like a chick gettin ready for prom No rainbow, but it's so lame though Here's a quick question for the Los game show Whos better? You never Man make a lil room for the new fella [Hook: Los] Good loadie woadie, everyone in the hood Roll up on me like, now whats up witchu homie? Don't you know all these s**as is phonie? So whats good? Let me tell you whats good The town ain't safe cuz the hood just hood My past couldn't slow a n***a down, what could? So the crown ain't safe in the hood, whats good? I know you see me gunnin' for the spot, whats good? From the bottom I'm comin' for the top, whats good? Tell em keep your money runnin' til it stops, whats good? When I get say Im gunnin' for my block, whats good? Let me tell you what's good The town ain't safe cuz the hood just hood My past couldn't slowa n***a down, what could? So the crown ain't safe in the hood, whats good? [Verse 2: Los] I'm just sailin' off and livin' far from frail Or starving prison jail Ya boy be tight and his j**elry bright As Baylor, Harvard, Princeton, Yale What I gotta tell ya like Kanye tell ya Run up in the woods, pull a Kanye Taylor Came from the bottom, so you know I hate failure I make everything tight like Kanye Tailor Somebody go ask Jay Z Whats the craziest a flow could be? Cause I be sayin sh** that could make an athiest go O M G Im the rap KG slash black J Bieb But I go hard in the paint and ya broad might faint You a wack JV n***a, 6 man down Talkin' bout you finna ride but your kickstand down b**h stand down to a stand up dude I could and 1's when Im in a and what mood? Got me stop me you and what crew? Silly rabbit what planet you think We on you don't stand a chance Your girl ask em nail her I screwed her Then did the hammer dance She went down like a avalanche I'm too big for you, small peers Coupe top pushed back like Paul Pierce I ball I push that like Paul Pierce I could do sh** here all year So I'm comin through the lane like Rondo n***a Cuz my belt like a car note and my shoes about as much As a payment on a condo n***a And im comin for the crown no convo n***a [Hook]