Masta Ace - Sweet Potato Fries lyrics

[Verse 1: Wordsworth] Respect is well deserved, our urge is power Only super-group you ever heard was ours You need to do community service hours But in the box put funeral service flowers My girl been pregnant, I'm up long, my unborn Is been better than you over drums without his lungs formed We have lined it up the gartner with one song When you referring to the garden, it's a front lawn Got the nets on, the bucks on it, drinks spillin' cause The speakers got yo cups on it Had the feature on your song, now the clubs want it Your song ain't jump off till I jump on it Most of those among us, folks at home are younger now It's pokin' nose in summer, tamper bay, lightnin' beemer Oklahoma thunder, that's the only bad weather Doing c**a-cola numbers (Hook) I'm broke, the monkey got stroke, they all went to hell And the mineral woke The water rise, the bull pack size Lies, disguise, sweet potato fries (Serve 'em up) Disguise, sweet potato fries (Serve 'em up) Disguise, sweet potato fries (Serve 'em up) Disguise, sweet potato fries (Serve 'em up) These guys just don't give a f&*() [Verse 2: Punchline] Before ever, my style be hot until the casket drop All these wax sh** need to stop Y'all can invest, I don't care how many shares you got Cause I'm quick to loose entrance, you a laughin' stock Y'all actin' like the trash is hot, stop lyin' The booth, I'mma give you this work, no a**ignment My vomit be as hot as the sun's climate Y'all can gossip, I'm a star that dies - homage Nonsense, who*es, I don't love 'em no more I twist 'em, you cats peanuts, you done with these who*es It's funny. Must battle for money, I'm not losin' Cause I been gettin' bread ever since my first communion Don't rock with you losers, although I'm not a shooter Not a peace maker, say that for your j**eler It's Punchline the ruler, I'm nice with words f**in' dance around the topic, but you got served [Hook] [Verse 3: Masta Ace] What you're witnessing is forecast with discipline Got a plan, to be the man like Michelin If you're listening, left the track like a christening Got yo clap hummin' and wistlin' Check it! Everything we spittin' is accurate, immaculate Most cats lack on the track when they rappin' after it Try to duplicate but you haters is no imaginate You can try to race and chase but there's no catchin' it These four cats is smashin' it Game ain't the same, most of y'all lames won't last in it Put yo seat belts and fasten it EMC ride, like DUI, we crashin' it [Verse 4: Stricklin] Crashin' it, it's like a party when we're not invited But it's not a party if the brothers never got invited We took a brake and was not invited Now we're back, words got us the track, it's when I got excited Now your saying this dude nasty First place, so please pick up the pace if you try to move past me Now or never, let you goons gas me I won't quit, and don't forget, I spit like the food nasty Where we from, we never optimistic It's like life constantly showin' it's a**, but we never stop to kiss it Fans love it, haters op to diss it Tryna find me? Just come to the block and visit Take fries [Hook]