O-E - Pete Rose lyrics

[Verse 1: Slank] Yo, I'm a Louisville n***a, what's good I'd probably stay blunted every second if I could My habitats the booth, me and Menace on a coup, d'etat For the ooos and aahs, my n***a, naa-na-na-naa-naa f** a A & a B, I'm tryna' D-A-B And get rowdy while creating CDs People hear a foe as I roll Young n***a in the Lincoln with them stock 4-dos Ay yo, My vocab make hoes sad, and f** n***as mad Pack more talent in my go-nads than they will ever have... In they life, I'm super take flight So I heat my nail right, when I'm fitna' strike the mic Hold up and wait a minute, wood with the chrome finish Known to straight rape a sentence, ba** for they face Menace? f** yes our sh** bump I leave that limp carca** by the wax in my trunk, what? [Hook x2: O-E] When I hit the booth b**h, Yea I'm Pete Rose I'm Satchel Paige to all these other Negroes Accountant Hula-Hoopin' with these zeros Villainous flows, murkin' ya heros [Verse 2: O-E] Me & Slank got the wax no candles Give me the beat and let me dismantle We got the rhymes, and Menace got the samples My Verses are ample I'm like a prophet rocking sandals, you can call me Samuel, Sosa Next year, I'll be, sippin' Mimosas In a Testarossa, sitting next to a girl who looks like Josa- Phine-Baker, I'm the Undertaker Got another tombstone for a f**ing hater Turn a super-model, into a waiter Just cause I said so, naw I ain't pay her Black AC Slater, unmasked crusader Dark Side, no Darth Vader inhalin' vapors Cross-Faded talking to the neighbors...About gettin' this paper! [Hook x2: OE] [Verse 3: Slank] Yo, I'm a Bluegra** spitta, what it do? The bad n***a back in grade school breaking rules I never saw Friday free time, too busy in detention And ever since then I've been filled with resentment Said f** this in 10th grade! Rounded up a posse and a gar and got blazed n***as was amazed at my syllables, impeccable diction I'll put a hole in your Cheerios with lyrical friction, n***a I ain't tryna' play around, I'm high & underground you get your bars out the lost & found Or else the playground, I spit it super profound You spit bullsh** when hoes 'round, but still they pants don't go down! Yo, I'm f**ed up and lovin' it, you talk sh** I muzzle it I'm stoned and I'm tweakin' out, I think I hear the government The ba** in the whip straight thumpin' You can't top Slank, you ain't got enough gumption, you f** n***as