Car Horn (Remix)

Lyrics

I'm the C-O-double-M–O to the N You heard, motherfucker? Well, boy, now hear me again Official raw nigga from the City of Wind Stay doing it, doing it, uh – I am doing it I'm the C-O-double-M–O to the N You heard, motherfucker? Well, boy, now hear me again Official raw nigga from the City of Wind Straight doing it, doing it, yo – I am doing it What the fuck is going down? Nigga, you sound– Like a real bitch right now; the pound I gave you, I knew I shouldn't have gave you Before you was a hoe, now you think the money made you A slave to the rhythm, indentured servant to wisdom Clinton is the prez but I voted for Shirley Chisholm In a poetical prison, I'm visiting self for hours,  Coward niggas get shanked for kicking pussy raps Radio is like C.O.'s, they try to push me back I rip cats out of they suits, give them they hoodies back I'm from the hood, we stack – Black fists "Ooh-ohh-ahh" is the sound of blackness These new school cats is classless, influenced by rap shit Front money, but hustle backwards I break bread with broads that got they masters And hypes that'll blast ya,  Lawyers that work faster than young ghetto bastards Freak-freak, the freak, the freak-freak, the freak, nigga, freak the funk now Freak-freak, the freak, the freak-freak, the freak, nigga, freak the funk now Freak-freak, the freak, the freak-freak, the freak, nigga, freak the funk now Became child-like, with the way I style, write And act, because children naturally react Respond, to the Com as a poet, I'm a last like a Don 'Cause I'm like that, yo – a phenom, without shit on my arm You can't coerce the verse – I'ma rhyme when I want to get up and rhyme Some say I'm spaced like John Glenn, 'cause of the places I've been I embrace the Vibe, Spin – been through cases of Heineken Return to orbit on some shit that's anti-corporate in a Wild Style orchard Gay rappers is getting tortured for tossing salads,  You imbalanced – you rap about violence too much I go on blind dates with mind states and go dutch At my shows, the law show up – they be thinkin' it's a hold up,  So many hands go up; but with the band, I'm colder – money folder You want a fresh style? Let me show ya I'm the C-O-double-M–O to the N You heard, motherfucker? Well, boy, hear me again Official raw nigga from the City of Wind Straight doing it, doing it, what – I am doing it I'm the C-O-double-M–O to the N You heard, motherfucker? Well, boy, hear me again Official raw nigga from the City of Wind I'm straight doing it, doing it, what – I am doing it