Royce Da 5'9" - Street Hop 2010 lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"] {C'mon!} I smoke good like a Rasta mon All around me I'm on point like a octogon I'm the optimum I'ma be eatin until my belly stick out as far as the Octo-mom's I'm an abomination I'm an anomaly in conversation, I'm honorin confrontation With a dime doin dominatrix on her Disrespect me I'll wet you like condensation Water (water) I'm a mixture Between Chris Brown and Chris Jericho, where's your daughter? ... I'm more than y'all can handle At the Grammy's I'll send an Indian girl to the podium To say "No thank you" like, Marlon Brando The Oscars, "The Godfather" Our father, you should praise me I got some syphilis nunchucks wearin a AIDS key That mean I'm sick when I kick sh*t! Come to my concert get some SARS on the tip of your TIC-KET! Hehe... I'm super cold I don't spit, I sh**, on your whole team These n***az think I'm from Cleveland It's somethin the way I be, droppin the Browns off at the Superbowl Game time, n***a let's hit the sto' And if I gave a fu*k, this is where the hook would go This is Street Hop, no rules The rest of y'all n***az watered down like old dudes I'm willin to do what you won't do, I'm old school I'm a mac, I punch rappers cause I'm +Pro-Tools+ I hit your Pause bu*ton, I cease frontin You don't start nothin, it still might be somethin You don't want nothin, you might have somethin If I go over your head it's cause your a** duckin fu*k the underground I rhyme for them fly motherf**ers that's up, that ain't tryin to dumb it down fu*k radio, fu*k video I live by the Bust' +Scenario+, what the dealio? You could stop listenin, right now I'm p**y eatin with b**hes, I put the dyke down Cause I'm a diamond, I'm llama rhymin, you Ramadan-in Simon says that in my prime I'm here Everywhere I go it's a crime there While you on-lookin at me in the lawn chair Cocaine (c**aine) propane (propane) I'm a livin degenerate of the dope game Relate to it – though you thought you probably couldn't Put a face to the opposite of how the FAKE do it I'm hip-hop's savior, the old faithful Sick sh**, stop you off that liquid like brake fluid This is Street Hop (Street Hop)