The Ninetys - 11 Bands lyrics

She tell me put it in the back like a pick-up truck I say ok im good with that,so I'm down to f** So I gave that a** a tap,and she danced on my lap,made it clap Call it Albert cuz that booty so fat Straight from the DR, you better know who we are Was gone for 3 months now I'm back reppin' TR I'm chokin rappers out f** CPR,bring em to the ER Screw TIVO and DVR I put my name in this game,with no shame in this game Road to fame in this game I'm Big Sean plus Big Daddy Kane in this game Nickel rock,quarter mill ain't sh** change in this game After my come up they'll be calling me Drake in this game Cuz for pete's sake nothing will be the same in this game I dash for the money like dame in this game Then I smashed on some honeys Rap Game Dame is to blame Out here spitting straight flames in this game so I lit up a torch Smoked a blunt on my porch Took a Mike Tyson hit And my sh** was straight scorched I'm Lyrically the best and verbally the greatest Mentally taking the test,but truthfully I made it Cuz y'all know I'm the best, ain't no way u can debate it A level above the rest,but rest ain't what im takin' I fly up to the nest naked and watch Taken with Neeson And we stay tweakin' all weekend Rappers praying the flow gone weaken But I stay strong like the Ravens defense Bakin' bacon in the basement,back is achin' from enragement Cuz stress brings tension and tension brings strainin' Strainin' brings pain n' the chain keeps escalatin' Constantly ragin' and engagin' on dangerous flirtations With buff dudes Rough dudes that that like to f** dudes They stuffin' co*k in they mouth like its lunch food Ain't tryna be rude,but babygirl can I see u nude,even if u prude I'm a real good dude in a real good mood I remember when getting girls was an issue Now I got hoes blowing me like a tissue Girls annoying like i miss you Aye girl i miss you too but I ain't tryna kiss you Sorry babe ain't got nothin against you Don't take it personal like I ain't tryna diss you Its just so many girls tryna f** me That I'm starting to lose my dogs You could say I'm losing Shih Tzu and I gotta take a sh** too I stay icy like I'm livin in an igloo Had a Bar mitzvah but I'm secretly hindu Cla**ically a masterpiece,but physically a mystery Bashfully I smash on beats,and naturally make history History is just a man telling his story And truthfully it hasnt done sh** for me Instinctively writing these lines like it's my destiny Effortlessly spitting my mind and using whats left in me Look to the right of me,now look at what's left of me Riding a lac' with the roof back like John Kennedy And if you ain't feeling me,my boy J Kelz got the remedy