Little Prince - Stadic Shock lyrics

I hear the game 'bout to switch gears How that be? It's been riding stuck in fifth gear since two O three See me I'm happier popping in an old school track And get me a lesson not some children bringing old school back Don't want to go through that So I'm straight I'll wait I'd rather find a pair of my daddy's socks And rub my ankles 'gainst each other for a static shock Or maybe take it to the future let me grab a clock... You know what time it is? Like this here Let's play a game of get like me Cause I'm feeling like I got this period on lock And ain't fearing no imposter with no ID Thinking that they're Pac or the B.I.G And they really need to stop cause they just might see And I don't think that any of them meant for us to emulate or mimic them Apparently It's probably me And I mean gee I wouldn't want nobody in the following generation on the same stuff I did That would stop the circle and defeat the purpose entirely With a proper invitation to some music that's timeless A mind full of dungeons and dragons' Here to floss like a monster that brush with a tractor What's lately cracking? Ya'll mind I'm nosy with my neck up in your business like a brontosaurus... What ya'll doing Man? What that be? Why ya'll hiding all the good music? Where that be? See me I'm happier popping in an old school track And get me a lesson not some children bringing old school back Don't want to go through that So I'm straight I'll wait I'd rather find a pair of my daddy's socks And rub my ankles 'gainst each other for a static shock Or maybe take it to the future let me grab a clock... Is there a light in here? No? I'm not scared I just hardly even see my feet And I'm ready to put the stomp on enemies And it won't mean anything if I can't see their teeth Duh Some got the grills with the diamonds Yup And that'll make it easier to find them Yup That'll make me Indiana Jones It's on Now I ain't the type or kind to crash a party But since my music is as funky as a fart from a rooster I'ma laxitate my stomach and put the party with poop Continue laughing when it's plain to see it's going to be true And ain't a parking lot filled with U-hauls that could move me I feel like a cancer patient of the clinic with the cure but got no cash to pay them What's cracking and lating Ya'll mind I'm nosy with my neck up in your business like a brontosaurus... What ya'll doing Man? What that be? Why ya'll hiding all the good music? Where that be? See me I'm happier popping in an old school track And get me a lesson not some children bringing old school back Don't want to go through that So I'm straight I'll wait I'd rather find a pair of my daddy's socks And rub my ankles 'gainst each other for a static shock Or maybe take it to the future let me grab a clock... You know what time it is? Right this year I'ma make the game revolve around me And I bet I put a stop to the snapping And it's not really happening cause everybody's on the same beat The same little step and the same little snap I ain't no professor But that ain't rap Is it? I was living under rocks and probably born yesterday It's stupid to say it's stupid Shawty I don't know what else to say: Oh well I'm gelling You gelling A fee fie foe fum Then I found a felon when Peter piper got plucked picking pickled peppers And Susie sold sinning by the shore and called it Sea Shells. Oh well I tell ya' If rapping was a d**h row inmate I'd bail her Gain attention when you try to ignore me But my necks still in your business like a brontosaurus... [Chorus Ride Out]