Chris Rock

Young Zee & Son Hoss & Pacewon & Shannon Briggs - Rap, Hip-Hop
Chris Rock
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[Intro: Shannon Briggs] Let's go, Champ! It's the Champ: Shannon "The Cannon" Briggs Two time heavyweight champion of the world! Outsidaz forever! Young Zee Happy birthday! Let's go, Champ! [Verse 1: Son Hoss] House of the Dragon Then I'm spittin' komodos Son with the glow Just got back my mojo Disco lights Niggas movin' slo-mo All black Be on the lookout that's a bro low For Son Hoss, son, I get sick a lot I ninja chop two cement cinderblocks Smoother than the juice when your blender stops Meditating off of turmeric and ginger shots Niggas rather be in Ukraine fightin' Putin Than face the brick city Wu-Tang Isaac newton Man down, now the sirens movin' So dishonorable I made 'em pay, no prostitution The sun must shine Everything's designer made I get dressed up Sharp as my katana blades Walk in some shit like I'm the wave Feel my fung shui Hand mudras, namaste Been had faith, I'm big poppa Like the Puff like to sip vodka Plus I spit sriracha Fix chakra like a witch doctor Shit lit, we the drip mafia Niggas'll Chris Rock ya [Chorus: Pacewon] Keep The Outsidaz Name Out Your Mother- Fuckin' Mouth Son Hoss, Young Zee, Pacewon Let's go [Verse 2: Young Zee] Yeah I was retarded it's what they called me So I bought that short yellow bus and turnt it to a RV I just have parties With Barbies that come buffalo soldier Like I'm fuckin' bob Marley Rifle hunter My gun kick like Giants punter I march up the hill like Zion's mother They'll find who fucked us And tires runners till my guys's Hummer And drive till sun up I swim in his wifes's pelvis Like Michael Phelps on psychedelics Then hide like a shellfish White folks treat me like I'm down with Elvis So I get blue notes like I'm Harold Melvins I make a pistol out of The shape of a igloo Far away I can hit you And lay in that bitch, too Your bars' foul play I'm bangin' the whistle Clear the studio We hangin' up crystals [Chorus: Pacewon] Keep The Outsidaz Name Out Your Mother- Fuckin' Mouth Son Hoss, Young Zee, Pacewon Let's go R, what up? Spud, what up? Let's go On our Desperado shit Bitch
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Credits
- Writers
- Young Zee
- Son Hoss
- Pacewon