Roscoe - Smooth Sailin' lyrics

Ba da pa pa pa pa pa Ba da pa pa pa Ba da pa pa paaaa Badia badia badia-ia-ia-ia-ia Bad a pa pa paaaaa Now I'm so high and I'm so fly My kids on deck my beard ain't growed yet I'm so on point I'm so on one This is how we do it here in Philaphornia 'Sco mack toe back The one y'all love to blow back I got five fingers it ain't no riddle Why the only one showin is the one in the middle Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the dog Going at it over kibble out in the back yard I drink Yak hard y'all act hard Now I gotta cut ya up like a MAC card Everybody packin a strap to spark But don't everybody want to scrap this ball I'm old school wit it, no tool wit it Head up till we fed up that's hard Smooth sailin' Ba da pa pa pa pa pa Ba da pa pa pa I got the ladies sayin Ba da pa pa paaaa Hell I even got my momma singing Badia-She sayin Badia- yeah Badia-ia-ia-ia-ia Big Sco singin- Ba da pa pa paaaa My big bro singing You know you got me movin I know you feel my music I show my G influence All I do is spit fluid I'm rollin dippin smashin I am throwin Young Assa**in I am growin up real fast and All I know is flow and rappin They call me young Roscoe the Philly Fanatic Silly sporadic dippin in traffic grippin the matic Sharp as a guillotine still a teen The California sun just beamin as I lean Pull out my cigarettes fiendin for nicotine Straight off the Philly scene made for the silver screen In a beamer foot on the gasoline Tell me I ain't the flyest MC You seen And its all Smooth sailin' Ba da pa pa pa pa pa Ba da pa pa pa I got the homies singin Ba da pa pa paaaa Hell I even got my papa singin Badia-He sayin Badia- yeah Badia-ia-ia-ia-ia I got the world singin- Ba da pa pa paaaa I got ya girl singin Y-A high blazed step to us you get five fades I got four homies ain't none of 'em simple Sco-dizzle known to make the microphone sizzle So many women after the mack I'ma just pick one (sup) and smash in my mama 'lac Accurate immaculate bachelor cake smasher Def Jeff let me borrow the keys the break masters Young and I'm buck wild labeled as a love-child Runnin 'em up wild laying hella cuts down I get the club shut down with this thug style I puff clouds and touch crowds, what now? Sick rhymes strychnine runnin through my bloodline Pedal to the metal with one time behind me My heads spinnin like a windmill Rollin down the 101 countin dead bugs on my windshield Smooth sailin' Ba da pa pa pa pa pa Ba da pa pa pa I got the people singin Ba da pa pa paaaa Hell I even got my sister singin Badia-She singin Badia- yeah Badia-ia-ia-ia-ia Big 'Sco singin- Ba da pa pa paaaa My big bro singin Ba da pa pa pa pa pa Ba da pa pa pa Ba da pa pa paaaa Badia badia badia-ia-ia-ia-ia Bad a pa pa paaaaa Ba da pa pa pa pa pa Ba da pa pa pa Ba da pa pa paaaa Badia badia badia-ia-ia-ia-ia Bad a pa pa paaaaa