Young Maylay - The Rat Pack lyrics

[Verse 1: King Tee] The sing sets in the smoke filled room And all the Rock wallets hallin at the moon Someone' coming where they carry diamonds on his j**els The Rebirth from the "Cool" finally resurrected With the game alive profected, the strain on my voice Get sloiced on the Record transmittin That n***a takes a lone and keeps tickin The Hop pippin, ball a n***a from the licks in Now listen if you front back in your coup Rollin by your neighborhood, finna hit the loop Just react, throw your neighborhood like that However said trip gets ripped off the map Take concussions, When you at the light lungs Coffin off the earn, Maccer at them hoes on the curve bump this Now you're full of bust up nature, my name is King Tee I'd like to introduce you to some f**in.. [Verse 2: Young Maylay] I Ain't got time for groups and the hoops with the shenanigans My troop shootin blow your roof with the cannons man Damagin like the doctor say when examinin Modifiers next to kids and all the bandana friends Holy and Hennessy, now quiz to all, sippin That's for all the G's, I be pistol, spittin Mental gettin, like sit down, listen Raised round n***as from the big house, prison So I'm intended that women deservin the business, and the difference Cause i ain't lookin suspicious to the witnesses Elitin the streets keep me free from citizens Buy me I.N.E's and leanin them with the imphases Keep my drift, keep that bullsh** from round me Really with it and did it that's full in the coundy Jump bill with the quickness then i pull from the boundys I was Hood when they found me, That's West Coat sh**