Madlib - Beat Grinder lyrics

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Madlib - Beat Grinder lyrics

[Intro: Chuck Strangers] Uh, it's Chuck, what the f** ? Alright here it go, it's Chuck Actually I won't even rap on this sh** I ain't even produce this sh** neither, This is Doom's sh** f** ya bro, f** ya'll n***a. Ya'll ain't even take one of my beats and sh** CJ on this sh**. That horny a** n***a STEEZ. (No h*mo Though) f** ya cardigan wearing n***as. P.E. n***a Thought I was done talking sh**, huh? Thought I was done, huh? Naw, hold up CJ get em! [Verse 1: CJ Fly] Ready set go, you run the tech blow This the threshold to let those vets know A few old cats being let go Taking b**hes for just strolls Haven't been having fun in heaven When de mon ask if you down say "hell no" Immortals that just grown Don't get old We get stoned And spit it like chest colds from the get go Wake up yawn, it's the break of dawn Pa** the raw tray to break up on Wanna cop, I'll make the call Breaking laws when we blaze the bong Face it doll, put your make-up on She got curves but ain't in shape at all Been in the cut, never lick her in the c*nt Rolling up and dick her, to disable my limiter Use telepathy to tell a bee he don't fly as well as me Been with at least seven teens ever since the age of 17 Women definitely, but no I don't have no STDs Must've been a dream if she seen me with a wedding ring Left my name out but I don't let the bloggers get to me As long as I still see my face on MTV Pro Era, we the next MCs, that's complexing things F'n up the game, where's the referee, Get em' STEEZ [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] Look they got it misconstrued, the illest dude First day up on the yard and he's already trying to steal your food And ima keep fly until I'm finish A lion in his kingdom, y'all lying in your sentences So he's more so a brave heart Sick with the flow now I'm schooling all these great sharks At the same time finding myself If it's desire for the belt or just the power and wealth, well f** it I'm taking the power combo Label em' John Doe, now my broads looks like monroe Bro, you need to simmer down Instead of getting loud, I'm over heads like thinking clouds Illest sound k**ing in the inner city crowd We on the throne and you Simba now Look, matter of time and my clock is ticking I'm still kicking until I got a pot to piss in