Nick Speed - Rese'vor Dog lyrics

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Nick Speed - Rese'vor Dog lyrics

[Verse 1: DopeHead] Mask on my face like Nacho Libre Grand Theft Auto, call me CJ Clothes on my body, cash in the brief case Pull up your pants, dog, this sh** is so cliche Platinum flight pods is copped off Eastbay I don't give a damn what she or he say n***as always stuck on he say she say The game getting nasty out there, n***a, be safe Money make it hard for young hoes to keep faith You n***as live envy, smoke trash, and sleep hate Y'all ain't balling, you're cheapskates Listen, I'll show you what the value of a dollar mean Time for me to throw the mask on like it's Halloween You ain't got a lot of fiends, you just got a lot of dreams With beef, then cop them things it's not a thing Shots is spring like bada boom bada bing [Verse 2: Danny Brown] D Brown, pump like Reebok Y'all n***as bums, y'all pump that sheet rock Y'all too ugly, Rocksteady and Bebop Me- I smoke it look like a peaco*k Your girl a hoe, she drank my semen All cause I told her I'll take her to Eastland b**h n***a jump, get cracked like a pecan Brown too dazed n***a this where the weak end Eight 16's, skipping school up in Prestige Y'all n***as soft like a batch of wet leaves Brown town mix that Nestle Brown been copping since (SS Creskey?) n***a don't test me, blow your sh** out Matter of fact, I shoot- Call me Danny Dick Out n***a I back out, spit till the finish Have a n***a look like Reggie Dennis [Verse 3: Chip$] I ain't gangsta, I ain't never been in a gang Plus I'm too fresh, rocking bandanas is lame I ain't a hustla, that's trying to box me in I mean I hustle but who don't? If you not, you tripping And you? You ain't dope enough The 50 Caliber will crack your whole coconut Uh no milk, just the cherry filling Shoot a hater in the head, yeah it's very thrilling I'm in a European car, panoramic ceiling Staring at the sun, through the transition I ain't k** that man, nor did my man shoot him We put bullets in the air, that silly n***a ran into em I leave your forehead translucent I leave your rib cage transparent When I'm hopping out that van shooting k** you on film and mail it to your grandparents