XV - Bruce Lee lyrics

[Verse One: XV] Ladies got a pa**ion for bu*ton mashing They always tappin' X Grab your shoes and pack your sh** Then I hit the LAX Yes I swear that they call me Fresh Prince of the KS Cause I fill up/Phillip Banks and throw chickens out like Jazzy Jeff Used to pushup on hoes back when I didn't have no chest Now I do pullups on those cause they know I got a rep Yep So keep in mind when I leave this rhyme I'm Jackie Chan on mine, no CGI effects k**in' sh** on wax Mr. Miyagi the flow yo Ain't no need to practice but I'm all about my doe Joe/dojo You copy what I Cop, I call you n***as Robo You shop in South Houston and I shop out in Soho So go and get your own style jockin' me, that's h*mo How can you get money in skinny jeans? I don't need no nerd gla**es, motherf**er I can see Hopefully, you can too cause no one do it like V Look [Hook: XV] {x2} Y'all better know who he with Yep, I'm on my Bruce Lee sh** Can I kick it (yep!) Well can I kick it (yep!) Can I kick it (yep!) So let me kick it (yep!) [Verse Two: Erik Flowchild] I'm like...hiyah Let me take you higher Lyrically, the black belt, yours is lookin' whiter You are not a writer Matter of fact you're stuck I'm a little Lamborghini, see I open doors up Yep You never heard of The child of the flow who's unlimited with words And mister with her last night Heard she wasn't ? she gave me that a** twice Make the synonym for murderer So a**a**inate me b**h Like I'm little Lil' Wayne But your sorry little brain will never comprehend Whenever I'm on the AM I see, I see You just want an icey wrist But you ain't in the mix with these rappers You ain't in the mix? How the hell you get a master This? You ba*tards Sit, let the pen stay Yeah, I'm Canadian but you ain't got no sense [Hook]