Stro The Mc - Stro is the Name lyrics

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Stro The Mc - Stro is the Name lyrics

[Intro] Just make sure that anybody who's anybody gets on the guest list, okay? Come on, man, what's all that for? I saw the way you was looking at that skeezer Come on now, n***a, I was only being polite Yeah, well look, don't try to play me, having a girlfriend is becoming a burden I'm sorry for what happened to your son, aight? But don't make me your scapegoat cause you failed as a father [Verse 1] Well it's the 1-2 checka Take it back to the max, you got no choice but to respect the better Beta hater then off with his head with this rhyme flow Fake MCs couldn't grow with no Monsanto Good God, he got the wickedness swiftness They bust shots when I rock, forget ballistics My chicks is raunchy, we don't rock Givenchy Armani, they take too much of our money His Dough ain't intact But the style be Resputia and Precious, mad fat I keep it mad black everywhere Never cooning but you got a Hollywood star in Congo Square I masta'd this, kicking every lyric with a different rhythm Young and Black and trying to see the system, that's astigmatism I drop the science, I'm implying I be Frankensteining tracks for racks and racks So loot gimme that, I don't need no cosigns To hold mines with them rubber bands like them other men It's the origin and that funky stuff Open and closing and kicking in doors with these rusty chucks They smell me, dos what we gots to do When we got the jazz like the scent of early prostitutes So please, I'm too G, drop a king to his knees Pause [Interlude] [Verse 2] Hey you, what's that sound? Everybody look, what's going down? They better run and tell the owners I'm at the door He wild with Jersey Shore with flows galore Ain't down with the radio no more, oh no The hardest thing bumping be the acne promos Got underground tapes by the boatload You get papa, your boy got ta boycott ya Keep a couple rugged lyrics just to get on their nerves Paralyze paragraphs with these powerful words Paraparesis, my joints is hip, you below that He snap on beats like Kodak and you know that With no words I master sound like Bozak But I could tell you that these rappers is a**sss-stro back You want more rhymes? Show me dollar signs Word