PASK_ONE
ubw newbie
Joined: Dec 12, 2005
Location: LosAneles
Posts: 4
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| Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 5:07 pm |
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THE ROOKIE,
verse 1
Follow me, Ha-Sah-move when I Move
Make loot when I grind and stay up when I snooze
He a youngian, so anxious ready to love greed
So alert to the friends-off the nipple ready to feed.
He flashy and so grimey just give em the okay hooked like the Ojay’s
Dedicated to the game like me in the old days
Fiesty and so shysty ready to cut his teeth
All this beef in the street, but boy ready to eat
Militant mind state, full fledged in the crime rate
Dream profit breathe money in the mix make cake
Walk with that old swagger keep hima strong Dagger
He a old soul but lack of experience does matter
Bring em to the table let him feed with us
Instruct em on bearer bonds, deeds and trust
Toss him to the streets let him sink or swim
Get his weight up to shape-up then mistakes are slim
His mama non too happy bout this life he in
But he was born in this game and the life chose him
You can’t ween him off this, he addicted and in love
Plus he dig ferragamos and fur lined gloves
No it’s not for everybody, but this kid is a naural
In a fix without pause a put slugs in ya natural
And the only time he fear the polic is in his dreams
When they chase him he bring in Cayman island money
It’s a must that we lace him
Verse 2
We pourin money in this phenoms schemes and dreams
Building strip clubs, Laundromats off these feinds and things
Low income housing shit we talked about fa years
He even got smokers tradin in guns for beers
Got the hood talking peace treaty, cuz the money is flowin’
From the east to the west he got the profits soarin’
He done stopped free fuckin’- got a sister’s that ready
She got a degree wit straight teeth, we think her belly is heavy
He knee deep in the enterprise, hustle and flow
He stay in the fast lane smash foot to the flo’
Boy in love with the slums, makin’ somethin’ from nothin’
The game gully though you can’t get somethin’for nothin’
He sport bathe-n-ape sneakers with a vest that match
Under Ralph Lauren purple label tailor made shirts and slacks
He got the whole game under his feet, serve pure for dirt cheap
And somethin’ steeped on for real sweet
Even got crash unit turnin’ down they heat
I sent him out late night on a personal favor
Got a call 40 minutes later that his chick was in labor
I chirped he chirped back said her water just broke
Just stopped and got some Cubans for the bosses to smoke
He said bosses? Yeah son we gon make you a partna
I heard static then heavy breathin’
Then I heard the revolva-Damn!
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