Sean Price - 60 Bar Dash lyrics

On your mark. Get set... [Sean Price] Jump back, kiss myself Sean Price used to pump crack, get that wealth Number one ranking taken, I'mma get that belt Not a card dealer but deal with the cards that dealt Yo, I do this for my so fly, so high n***as African-bu*t-scratching-bowtie n***as Ben Vereen/Chicken George, Fiddler On the Roof n***as Yo, I'm nice but I shoot n***as Ehh yo, Superfly Snuka jumping from the turnbuckle Smoking on some sh** you never smoked on before, f** you Yo, asked a b**h for some brains she said never Last time I licked your balls caught high blood pressure Evel Knievel hot wheels jumping like Duke boys (yeeeehaaah!) Posdnous, Mase and Trugoy (what?) Plug one in your neck and plug two in your chest Turn around and plug three in your rest Yo. Pop clip and then dump; hop, skip and then jump Backseat of the car, hot chicks in the front f** y'all rappers, all y'all gay Tryna sell rap and crack - John Forte TIME! (Time?) Fifty three point seven seconds (That's kinda f**ed up, duke) Aight, it was aight! But, yo Let's try it again! Ready?! (Ey yo. Hold up, man) GO! [Sean Price] My mama ain't raise no fool because my mama ain't raise me, fool Sean Price the name, your beats hot but your writing is lame Release shots on the side of your frame The trees copped now I'm high as a plane With these cops need a nine in the Range Your seeds watch while you're high and insane, yo Bust a u-ey, roll the window down, clutch a toolie k** a cop, get away just like a movie Yo. More or less, n***a, less is more Half a shirt, half a skirt is how I dress them who*es The Education of Sean Price, turn to page twenty Learn how Grandma Jean used to make money Mighty Joe Young, used to gorilla pimp hoes for bread Can't work her next day, bust her nose and head Canadian steroids, Ben Johnson cheating to win Like a fair fight with heat to your chin Yo, the Fab 5 single came out I got dough Then the Fab 5 sh** got played out I'm like, yo Lend me a dollar. Duke, what you want me to do You broke then I'm broke, n***a, I work for you TIME! One point fifty three seconds! Damn!?! (f** you talking bout?) You outta breath! You sound like you ran a Ranacanin' on a [?] [Sean Price] Yo, I got one hand back in the street I got the other hand back in the booth (word) I'm in the crib with the VCR on watching 'Amistad' Thinking bout a motherf**ing cracker to shoot Pootie Tang n***as always got a lot to say Ain't talking 'bout sh** though, sa-da-tay Cla**ical soul, I got the nastiest flow Sean Price, big gun by the gra**iest knoll Can't see me coming like I was f**ing a blind b**h Grabbin the radio and then commence to Gowan*s Leave it alone, or you can bleed from the dome When I start squeezing the chrome at your Vs and your home But f** it (f** it), y'all wanna die right now Hit across the face with the nine like blaow License to k**; fall back Vicodin pills Get clapped, come back like Christ in the field Got one foot up in some Tims Got the other foot up in your a** (n***a, it's up in your a**) You see I'm trying to get ahead, loc, but a n***a dead broke Now I'm thinking, yo, where the f** is the cash?! (Motherf**er)