MLB (Hidden Track)

Lyrics

Sean gave me a beat Chris Michaels gave me style We'll make you an offer Like a new free trial It's «hip» to the star [?] And «hop» when we finish [?] Got two bottle of booze [?] In a case of Guinness A perfectionist Doesn't mean to be picky If you want some love All you do is call Dicky [?] Got a peace for life And music for the world I won't steal your mike But I'll steal your girl You know we got fat shit For the year two thousand Moving your ass If the bass keeps pounding In with the new Hip hop sensations Call up all your local radio stations It's in with the nеw And out with the old And this is how the story is supposed to go Wе got the dope rhymes We got the dope lingo All up in your face with a new hit single We can't be wrong 'cause it feels so right We keep the party moving like all damn night Ha-ha Chris Michaels Makes the beat come through So get on that mike And show'em what to do I'm unstoppable I'm my first full floor [?] If her parents come down says [?] I've jumped out the window A beat processor is my claim to fame [?] Don't be quick to diss [?] Because I' writing the new name [?] I can be like you And kill at will [?] I'll keep your ass mellow like popping a pill [?] Dickie Buttersworth [?] I wanna give you your props [?] For let me grab the mike And make the crowd bounce If you dig this rhyme Then let me know Girlies on my tip [?] Ready set blow Blow bitch We got the dope rhymes We got the dope lingo All up in your face with a new hit single We can't be wrong 'cause it feels so right We keep the party moving like all damn night MLB bitch Living the life involves Living the dream If it can happen to you Then it can happen to me Because I'm taking my tape I'm going door to door And I'm not going home Without a music award I've got a show to perform And a crowd I'm facing My girly got curves like NASCAR racing Do it up and down 'till we go adjacent [?] Ain't no cherry rhyme Not taking donations 'Cause I got more than pop box chicken Could you describe a ho-yo? I said trickin' You've got digital beats Coming off the headphones I got words in my mouth That nobody knows I got maps that lead In my slacks I speak fax [?] No fallacy, no logic I dunno what to call it Let me see your wallet In the air That's so nice Buy me a drink And I'll get your girl a stare [?] What? A lot of girls say that Dickie B is nasty Then why'd you let me get All up in your ass B [?] I got the question That you just might ask me MLB? I'll go you trashy [?] We got the dope rhymes We got the dope lingo All up in your face with a new hit single We can't be wrong 'cause it feels so right We keep the party moving like all damn night We got the dope rhymes We got the dope lingo All up in your face with a new hit single We can't be wrong 'cause it feels so right We keep the party moving like all damn night MLB 2003 Sean O'Keefe Rosebud Smoking some bud Doing some bud Doing some drugs Doing heroine