Basket Case

Basket Case - Think Twice lyrics

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Yeah, as we in here. Sight some swishes, sight some dutches. You know
 what I'm saying. We about to start this. Hw we do. Making music like
 Alanis. In this rap

 [CHORUS: ?? & Mikey Styles]
 Son you lost
 Ghetto celebrity
 Think twice
 Act right before you pay the price
 Son you lost
 Ghetto celebrity
 Think twice
 Act right before you pay the price
 Son you lost
 Ghetto celebrity
 Think twice
 Act right before you pay the price

 [Mikey Styles]
 I got some rap things to get into
 Slice you like a Ginsu
 Your fake fronts all busted up like supposed to
 Next on your menu ghetto celeb crew, yeah
 The lifted ones, the crazy ones, the murder ones
 The get down and get busy all over you son
 I rock fat jewels, scoobie doo plus FUBU's
 Represent my click well, straight MTL
 The ambassador, puffing cigars like Fidel
 L's after L's got me lifted like your wind blown
 I lick shots, blows like stones
 >From stainless growth, you should have stayed at home
 I think I need some bad guys to point the finger
 I'm trying to reach ya through your sound speaker
 Politicing about the lifestyles of entertainer
 Sleeping Mikey is a problem nowadays
 Say word, like a fortune teller, for reala

 [CHORUS]

 [Mikey Styles]
 I rock some Timbs straight G, camaflague army
 ?????? {missed the whole line}
 You fear Mikey like a street ambassador (say word)
 ????? {missed the line again}
 Drink some vodka mixed with weed
 About to feel the dizzyness, dizzyness
 By hearing fake player
 Politicing in this rap, you must of heard of
 Represent on the love, love
 Spitting better
 Licking mad shots from the Yukon truck
 To all you fronting crews, whatever
 I tear gun smoke up, you like asthma
 And you try to come around the back
 Ah, heard you're out of luck
 Your rhyme styles suck
 Because you got stuck by the rhymes you thought
 Should have thought about that
 Now where you at?
 Sipping on Monyak(sp?) and I grab my balzak

 [CHORUS]

 [Mikey Styles]
 Next on you menu, ghetto celeb crew
 Yeah, the lifted ones, the crazy ones, the murder ones
 The get down, get busy all over you son
 I rock fat jewels, scoobie doos, plus FUBU's
 Represent my click well, straight MTL
 The ambassador, puffing cigars like Fidel
 L's after L's got me lifted like your wind's blown
 I lick a shot, blows up like stone
 ??? this homies should have just stayed at home
 I think you need some bad guys to point the finger
 We're trying to reach ya through your speaker
 Politicing about the lifestyles of entertainers
 Sleeping Mikey is a problem nowadays
 Say what. What
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Language: English

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