First Division
First Division - Grown Ups lyrics
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Yo, roc, you ready, son? Aha So let's do it then You know exactly what it is This grown men shit, we ain't rapping for the kids Put a plan to hell like a canadian flag Skin a rapper to a handbag and gag him with his gang rap Then gain more lengths than a 40 inch tank Praying fast through the days that passed We was made to last, most niggers is major ass In full, I get paid in cash Chilling, I ate the hash, my crew ain't afraid to blast I sprayed that from bloodbath to back raft Here's a draft, pull off the mask and the musty gas And I be damned if I be slandered and remanded This is a standing, my stanzas left to bring us out of disadvantage Banana clips to hammers, tryina force your cds on us like christian pamphlets I put niggers in pampers, rolling them mister panthers Let the poor stop, remorse like a boss fly Slip your antlers, hit your sore spot 'Cause I'm the man, I came to talk and I can't cram her Official, no glitz and glamour Just a grip like I'm in the slammer, make a nigger scam But put a damper on your j amper You must be on your jo-jo dancer, shallow That's the answer Shallow of the rooftop Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood If it's understood then good Let it be known there ain't no kids over here You're fucking with grown men Shallow of the rooftop Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood If it's understood then good Let it be known there ain't no kids over here You're fucking with grown men Busting with no wind in sight So don't bet your life that when it's time to rep I won't Get your wife could blow The dynamo who will stay perfected, tighter flow stew The paper pendant I crawl to I'm a grown dude, my style is old school But js I made at night, I don't lose Amazing when I'm whiling on fools Keep dreaming, check your record, make ‘em recognize My whole crew's the reign and enterprise I came to set the livest show, you could ever try to go, too Expect to find oppressive rhyming Odes connect to my electrifying vocals I write with no rules, every line is so true I should warn you, it's dangerous to light my short fuse Second side, you know, use the best supplier, though You's guessing why I compose juice Profession like a cold dude to get you vibing Wait from left to right and don't snooze Your next assignment: aim for head that biting, throw dudes Piece of plastic, pay attention or you're left to rusting Djs the best to play this record as they favorite rapping Yeah, we play this out to break your neck and get the ladies sweating That's the way your legends takes respect, raised on 87 Use suggestion as my ace for saving your day profession When days connecting and praise the heavens they got stars Roc marc and jason, yes, it ain't no question What? you feel me? Shallow of the rooftop Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood If it's understood then good Let it be known there ain't no kids over here You're fucking with grown men Shallow of the rooftop Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood If it's understood then good Let it be known there ain't no kids over here You're fucking with grown men