Skeme - Cla**ic Remix lyrics

[Verse One: Paypa] Aye yo it's Payp baby, valedictorian of this rap sh** I school n***as, you cla** clown, I'm cla**ic Love, peace and soul, I was trained to never fold Don Cornelius the way I'm k**ing off the dome, I promise That boy Paypa's cut from a different fabric I got a full house, I'm feeling like Bob Saget You know you in your lane when them legends call your phone And they hopping on your songs, got you feeling like you on Emilio, I got you, them haters throwing stones Let's give ‘em something to rock to, paint the whole block blue Call it coalition, my crew rocking like U2, the black Bono Hustle mano a mano, cla**ic like my black Reeboks in 8th grade Cla**ic like Caprice, I cut him short like capris for f**ing with the crew n***a R-I-P, get a mask like Hamilton, step back and handle him, Paypa [Verse Two: Phil Ade] b**hes get around me and let they hair fall So unless it's about money, I don't hear calls We on friendship pikes, we don't get near malls You n***as have your shot, we yelling air ball I'm a f**ing a**hole, won't settle for less than great I'm my state's last hope, addicted to fast dough Spitting the rap flows, these hoes drunk with love I tell ‘em my tab closed, my heart stone, you can quit Trying to figure me, speak up bad now, wait till you see a bigger me Swagging on everybody that swagged on me Yelling f** you if you ain't loyal fam by me Man, f** a Visa, all cash on me and I'm up in Stadium It's all a** on me, listening to Rah Gwan off of Dom P And I'm probably with a car like my name was Don C, P [Verse Three: Skeme] Spirit of a fighter, got the heart of a rider n***as wanna play to win, never been about them games Tell her to pour me a cup, tell that ho to f** But I get a nut just because the b**h know my name Got a cup full of Texas, mouth full of Cali Get my jays before they drop and walk around my house in Bally's Got some k**ers in New York, riding with the hump Watch how you speaking ‘fore these wreakers have you outlined in chalk I been doing my sh**, know I'm on my tip Goat n***a, treat her like a handle bar and get a grip I'm from where it's going down, you know bloods and the crips Throwing up that dollar sign straight, no split S-O-X the game b**h, never on no lame sh** Never talk to lame hoes ‘cause they don't speak my language Most these rappers ain't sh** but you know I ain't trip ‘Cause they never test the gangster b**h, I told her that my aim sick f** a hater with a h*mo dick and two's better than one So now I'm only hitting h*mo chicks, homie sick Polo drawers on me, she get Polo dick, hold the clip See the flash like a f**ing photo strip, four to spit Leaving n***as ducking, screaming holy sh** Murder scene tragic, I'm mafia movie cla**ic [Verse Four: Emilio Rojas] I ain't into no fast, frivolous with my cash, ain't cheap though This week alone, I just spent your rent on cabs, ride around in the back I'm with a girl who steady bobbing and it look like I be dolo ‘Cause she low though, steady slobbing, I'm a cla**ic, I'm in Polo Jays got Nike logos, women in the back of the photos Then I'mma get ‘em in the lap when I stroke those So my flow is a no-so and your flow is all so so-so If you ask me how I know so, I'mma laugh at you like bozo Got a low pro and them hoes don't come around at get togethers As soon as Summer hit, I tell my b**h it's mistress weather Them chicks don't get to spend a f**ing night, they get a day pad They mad, I look ‘em in the eye and tell ‘em they bad Laid back in my crib, stay stacking my chips, my white friends They get tight then ‘cause they mad I'm a spic And they mad I'm the sh** and I'mma get it on my own Stacking paper like a high interest loan but baby, I'm a cla**ic