Tidal Tracc

Lyrics

[Anacron] Here we go now, so raw Finna get it crackin' at the hoe-down, faux pas Flow off the lip. Foes often trip But when we loc up, they look low, cough then dip [Astrobwoy] So spectacular, flossing Crip Empty magazines then we tossing clips Shit-talking rap guys get attacked Like rocking yarmulke's on the streets of Iraq [Anacron] Peep the fly track, we speak and lie back Ya'll too serious; fool, we trying to relax You're gonna have to relapse to dreaming you got me While I'm hollering victory like, "Bitch, Yahtzee!" [Astrobwoy] Rock these hoes out of their hot jeans Fuck these bros in the hip-hop scene I'm so obscene when it comes to chumps My whole family's fat like the Klumps [Chorus: Anacron and Astrobwoy] We've gotten these hot MC's incisors chattering Astro' and 'Cron, Double-A Battery Complex flows simplistic patterning 'Cron and 'Astro, Double-A Battery Independent gangsters, we love to dance Even more diesel than our fancy pants Fabulous before the Pairograffery The staff of G's, Double-A Battery [Astrobwoy] This is dedicated to the marks that hated Boring battle rappers, and the critics that graded Working your jaw bone, it's going to get shattered You double-gay and finna get Double-A battered [Anacron] Assault; I'm a hot-head to a fault You're caught in the tummy somersault Cobalt; I'm wearing that you're crying salt I vault while the coppers holler "halt!" [Astrobwoy] A to the S to the T-R-O High-priced nasty rap, escargot Light-brown niggas, Blacker than charcoal And we are pro daily, April to Marzo [Anacron] Metaphors mean squat when marks mouths get mashed And critical quips can't keep your collarbone from getting crashed I'm a razor bump rash, all up in your face Here to give you a taste of the annoyance you create [Chorus: Anacron and Astrobwoy] We've gotten these hot MC's incisors chattering Astro' and 'Cron, Double-A Battery Complex flows simplistic patterning 'Cron and 'Astro, Double-A Battery Independent gangsters, we love to dance Even more diesel than our fancy pants Fabulous before the Pairograffery The staff of G's, Double-A Battery [Refrain: Anacron and Astrobwoy] Chin goes up, forehead goes down That's the way you nod your head to the sound Chin goes up, forehead goes down Now ride [Anacron] This the dopest shit you got within earshot So slide it in your Alpine because it's too hot to trot Roll the windows down and share it with the rest of the block Blow the system out not caring about the five-zero Don't end the drive here, though; make it city-wide And sing along with a grin and a sparkle in your eye Absorb the pleasant vibe like Garfield with a pie I'ma let my cuzzin ride because it's so hard to say goodbye [Astrobwoy] I got a white cap with a big blue "C" One of two G's that make you say Ooh-Wee Whether kicking raps or producing We beat like Jim Kelly and Bruce Lee 'Cron's GQ'ed but I stay G'ed up Crenshaw/Slauson-style khaki cuffed Busters want to doubt it but they'll know we tough When they're on the floor hollering, "That's enough!" [Chorus: Anacron and Astrobwoy] We've gotten these hot MC's incisors chattering Astro' and 'Cron, Double-A Battery Complex flows simplistic patterning 'Cron and 'Astro, Double-A Battery Independent gangsters, we love to dance Even more diesel than our fancy pants Fabulous before the Pairograffery The staff of G's, Double-A Battery [Refrain: Anacron and Astrobwoy] Chin goes up, forehead goes down That's the way you nod your head to the sound Chin goes up, forehead goes down Now ride