Pacin’ the Floor

Lyrics
[Verse] Pacin' the floor thinkin', "Where's my next pay?" Pacin' the floor lookin' for my mind to create Hip-hop, so I come with something bug Meditate, that my rest, here goes my mic plug Hook me in when I'm headed downtown Give my crews pounds, they know I'm still around Coolin', bagging up crews with no doubt When I'm rollin' dice, I got my boys on the lookout Dualies is cool on safety, let 'em go in they bag Leavin' them marked like a graffiti tag Tag, tss, spray 'em, this kid's no mimic I run more hoes than a clinic without no gimmick Hey, now let the rap singer get taught Taught, miniskirt MCs comin' up short Break north, they still hurtin' me from five thousand In the club browsin', I don't do the housin' I like the real sound, that underground sound The West Coast sound and that uptown sound Oh, how I needed crazy brand new sneaks Girls like a runner, always givin' me peeps So squeeze it, I'll please it, time for you in step No threat, I feel like a mic, so where's my check? Don't get me, landscaper, no beatin' around a bush Signing off, it's Charizma and Peanut Butter Wolf [Outro] Hey guy Hey big guy Hey guy, hey guy Hey there big guy Hey guy Hey guy, hey guy Hey guy Hey there big guy Hey guy Hey guy Hey guy Hey big guy Hey guy, hey guy, hey guy Hey guy, hey big guy Hey guy, hey guy, hey guy
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Credits
- Writers
- Charizma
- Peanut Butter Wolf