Get The Picture

Young Zee & Son Hoss & Pacewon - Rap, Hip-Hop
Get The Picture
2 Plays
Lyrics
[Intro: Young Zee] Pace! Ha! Okay, R! (Beats is crazy, Pace!) Hoss! Okay, let me get these niggas first Young (I go first, let's go) [Verse 1: Young Zee, Son Hoss, Pacewon, & R] Your man the freshest? Get ate like banana peppers In a pan of eggses With Manischewitz And found in Havana desert His hands and legses My man's that canabizzes Will have for breakfast Like Salmon fishes Mmmm Trappin' lectures They ain't off us Business in my office Spit a couple bars Gettin' million dollar offers I'm Son Hoss They used to call me nauseous I'm Mos Def like Talib up in Rawkus How he famous as Frankie Beverly And a Yankee's referee But ain't fresh as me My pedigree is German Shepard breed To the tenth degree I spit chemistry Above the rim unlimitly You bitch all women need That don't consent with me My venom mean Bald head, Mr. clean Your eyes talking like Mike did the Mitch green A real hip hopper, I've been a very I'm KRS's beneficiary God, I wish he'd hear me You most not get the picture clearly They must not get the picture clearly, look (You must not get the picture clearly, nigga!) I GPS the road to the riches Made my block snow 'Twas the night before Christmas Nowadays I only smoke with bitches Skate on rappers and land a 180 kick-flip Everyday I hustle like I'm tryna get rich rich I want all my money back with interest Beef? we three 6's I show up at G's picnics Like I'm trick trick ….with some big shit I hear he's against me? I fly like Greatest American Hero is with me And appear on a ten speed For forty days I black like Sydney Poitier (forty days!) In foreign plays where the boy's a slave My bars are smoother Than the suede on my Puma I don't pay attention to the hate and the rumors 'Cause nowadays the money I'm making is huger (Big) I'm up early morning making some tuna (Fish!) My last op got planted under petunias And I got my hyena at the groomer I do lobotomies on human bodies At nudist colonies until she gotta pee Nut like, "apologies!" ….I'm Lyme disease like flies is biting me There's not an MC Can pass me Like Monopoly If this my property He's more like stand-up comedy I'll make a mockery out a black belt Ninth degree Karate MC Gun'll spit like Sean Connery Making pottery ....I'm Fat Bastard I eat MCs like, "Get inside of me!" My body pleads like wine and cheese I got top guns like Tom movies You drive a '93 Mazda Jeep You fuck! Skarekrow
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Credits
- Writers
- Young Zee
- Son Hoss
- Pacewon