Royce Da 5'9" - Flow Boy lyrics

[Intro] [Royce Talking]: Shout out to my n***a B-Love. Music pro. "Invasion" C'mon. [Verse One]: Yes, Bic They call me the Flow Boy I'm dope I'm about dope, I'm a Dope Boy The mag light up like a glow toy I let it go I got a couple skeleton's in my past to show for it No disrespect to Mistah F.A.B. But n***a I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy Your food look just right I'ma eat your porridge Even though I'm full as a motherf**er like no storage I kid you not I spit too hot to diss you Man, I should go out and challenge a blow torch Respect no boy Except maybe Bun B I'm from the place with the area code Shady 1-3 f**? I'm in some new jeans and Gucci's Rockin' a District 81 tee I ain't sayin' I'm a ladies man All I'm sayin' is n***a I don't want every lady that want me So, do the math n***a They be like, "Damn, Nickel you be runnin' through hoes/holes like you a shoe string" I tell you two thangs One Don't ever disrespect me Two Call me "God" like you from Wu-Tang I put a bullet inside you cause the truth ain't Your record deal advance to me Is loose change n***a, is you sane? I'm the sh** I don't smoke but I've been known to light up a Square like butane The fame made me wait But not the hoes n***a I don' f**ed mo' than Big Daddy Kane in '88 So tell your man to get back 'cause the dogs with me, they obedient I lift a finger up from my hand they attackin' I like my hoes fast I like my cars fast f** it I should just go out and date Danica Patrick I manufacture maniac rap if you askin' Put life back in hip hop and put it back in it's casket f** peace You should try to dap and bury the hatchet Then I'ma clap you and find somewhere to bury the ratchet [Chorus]: The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight You know I (Flow boy) Wha**up? (Go boy) C'mon The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight You know I (Flow boy) C'mon (Go boy) Let's go (Flow boy is in the building) You know I (Flow by) Wha**up? (Go boy) Let's go (Flow boy is in the building) You know I (Flow boy) I'ma (Go boy) C'mon [Verse Two]: And yeah, ain't nobody true as us You ain't gotta like me I like me enough for the two of us Don't compare me to the best rapper alive I contemplate suicide to be compared to the best rapper that died I'm k**in' with them Boyz N The Hood like Cuba Gooding I go to the place in the hood that the shooter shouldn't We do the casing, you do the bookin' Like the police Speaking of them We the reason they do the lookin' I'm the label I do the songs, I do the pushin' So I'm sittin' on top of the world while you the cushion I clean pussies up Yeah, I do the douching I'm Bill Cosby's teaspoon And you the pudding My cousin Eye is crazy All I gotta do is wave and yeah, it's bye bye baby I'm higher than Wayne and I rhyme like crazy I shoot a n***a's a** with the nine like Gravy I should like Shady I keep a dime like Haley in a dark brown creme gut Klondike Sadie It's like my kidney's compensate for what my liver couldn't I'm a wolf, to k** me you're gonna need a silver bullet Any one of you n***as f** with me then it'll heat up Y'all do n***a's beats I make n***as give the beat up Any n***a step up I'ma make him step back With either that Tec blaaat blaaat Or that fifty caliber gold plated Desert Eazy That's for who ever rebellious The cartridge to it lookin' like The Legend Of Zelda Born winner Rhymin' like there's two horns in him After I win the battle rap I'ma blow your motherf**in' head off So you can call me a sore winner I f** with The Game The rest of y'all give a f** about too much sh** Me, I don't give a f** about nothin' I don't give a f** about sh**, but the outfit My name fall out your mouth I'm at your house quick You don't want them boys at your crib About six Ready to let out a clip Like "Rap about this" My crew is like your audience We clap about sh** We sick We don't be fightin' nobody We probably fight each other whenever we drunk That's about it Approach the enemy with caution Born leader My identity is bossin' Awe, ain't he awesome? I've been known to stick a n***a No h*mo My dick get hard when I feel on the trigger n***a Murder every verse My rhyme is like a heavy hearse Each word is deeper than cemetery dirt That fully automatic I pull it and let him work Do him a favor and spray his head I ain't gonna let him hurt You better watch your mouth Cause I can knock you out But I'd rather give the glock somethin' to talk about I'm in your bushes with the ump, thumpin' Y'all about to dance with the one night stand Soon as you +Walk It Out+ Give you the afterlife You got a smart mouth You a dick and a p**y like you a hermaphrodite Assa**inate you this evenin' It's a**a**in-night Have you weezin' You and Eddie Murphy can laugh alike The Revival You can call it the Preme project But it's violent You should call it the pork and bean project [Chorus]: The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight You know I (Flow boy) Wha**up? (Go boy) C'mon The flow boy is in the buildin' tonight You know I (Flow boy) C'mon (Go boy) Let's go (Flow boy is in the building) You know I (Flow by) Wha**up? (Go boy) Let's go (Flow boy is in the building) You know I (Flow boy) I'ma (Go boy) C'mon [Outro]: Now that's how you body a beat. Man, if I got to say, "I'm the sh** fool" one more time...somebody gonna get urinated on. And then boo boo'd on. And then a nut busted on. Happy Bar Exam 2 b**hes.