Sean Price - Refrigerator P! lyrics

–Verse 1– It go, nice rap and Mic Tyson fans, no Tight fashion, might jack sedans Dancing machine Adamantium rapping regime The sh** you holding is dead colon cancer the cream The slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M Huh? What the f** that mean? Kick over the kids stroller n***a Ruck that mean Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem So sacrilegious with the word rhyme gestures Sold crack to b**hes in their third trimester You know how it go You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe Never catch P on the girl song I smack sh** out your “We Are the World” song Get a hater scary My defense intense Refrigerator Perry –Verse 2– Yo Shot somebody fam, clapped the nine Lock my body, can’t trap my mind Raps divine father, father divine I Conversate with the congregation that’s relating with mine You new to the one, two Can’t escape your fate Great who can I run to? True, words of nerds don’t hurt me Half man half machine, the team’s Murphy On and on ’til the break of dawn Making Shawn mad she like, “Dad f** making songs” n***a the gun out Gun pop and one cops say, “n***a done gummed out” Get a hater scary My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry –Outro– Lock my body, can’t trap my mind Lock my body, can’t trap my mind My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry P! I’m a hardcore hip-hop artist I am, what I am And that’s what you get when you listen to Sean Price That, you know what I mean? I’m not trying to reinvent the wheel This is what I do You wanna hear that kinda sh**? You best to f** with me, ’cause I’m the best there is at what I do