Curriculum Vitae

Lyrics

Kenny Diaz ft. A-Butta - "Curriculum Vitae" [Emcee(s): A-Butta] [Producer(s): Kenny Diaz] [Verse 1: A-Butta] Ayyo, I write rhymes daily, I'm hot like Halley's Comet And my niggas throw it up like vomit, and I Smoke anything—I mean anything—from that Dirty brown chocolate to the West Coast chronic. If you Need it, I got. If I see, I cop it. Got so many Avi', they gave me the keys to the cockpit, pop off Shots through your knocker, make you bleed through your boxers. See me With vodka and ganja on a beach in Bahamas, laid-up With a slo who be feeding me pasta like I'm Tony from Sopranos, only for the cash flow And she don't like it there, only in her asshole Raps so sick, bitch, blow that dick. (She's) (Swallowing). Here, hold that clip (of these) (Hollow tips. We're monsterous), beastly Each week, we re-up, see? We're them hustlers Bitches want free weed and Dutches, but I Keeps 'em on their knees 'til they're needing crutches, clutch The Hammer, screaming out, "U Can't Touch This," sell like "Country Grammar," so rambunctious. Fuck Your mama and papa, bruh. We're not cousins, uh-uh [Hook: A-Butta] Niggas think Butta be fucking around 'til I act like Black Moon And start "Bucking 'Em Down." Shit, huh, we could drink A couple of rounds and go a couple of rounds Smoke a couple of pounds or smoke a couple of pounds Then take that! I'll put clowns under the ground, have their Mothers wondering how their son isn't found—fuck that Spit thunderous sound. I ain't fucking around I ain't fucking around. Nah, nigga [Verse 2: A-Butta] 'Cause, see, my Curriculum vitae, man, simple and plain. I ain't Blow yet, I know niggas is feeling my pain. It's Aight though, I light hydro to the brain. Know I came From squeezing in between people on the train, squeezing Two more chicks inside a light-blue Range Nice new chain for y'all to admire, spit Hot shit. What you want? Lava or fire? Bitches scream "Oh my God." I'm not the messiah, just A guy with a big cock and a Glock full of iron shit Y'all niggas could see I'm sitting on 22's, sipping a 22 Gripping my .22 with a bitch that's 22 [Hook: A-Butta] Niggas think Butta be fucking around 'til I act like Black Moon And start "Bucking 'Em Down." Shit, huh, we could drink A couple of rounds and go a couple of rounds Smoke a couple of pounds or smoke a couple of pounds Then take that! I'll put clowns under the ground, have their Mothers wondering how their son isn't found—fuck that Spit thunderous sound. I ain't fucking around I ain't fucking around. Nah, nigga [Outro: A-Butta] (x2) Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust And another one dies, another one dies Another one bites the dust