Sean Price

Sean Price - 60 Bar Dash lyrics

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[Sean Price:]

Jump back, kiss myself

Sean Price used to pump crack, get that wealth

Number one ranking taken, I'mma get that belt

Not a card dealer but deal with the cards that dealt

Yo, I do this for my so fly, so high niggaz

African-butt-scratching-bowtie niggaz

Ben Vereen/Chicken George, Fiddler On the Roof niggaz

Yo, I'm nice but I shoot niggaz

Ehh yo, Superfly Snooka jumping from the turnbuckle

Smoking on some shit you never smoked on before, fuck you

Yo, asked a bitch for some brains she said never

Last time I licked your balls caught high blood pressure

Evel Knievel hot wheels jumping like Duke boys (yeeeehaaah!)

Posdnous, Mase and Trugoy (what?)

Plug one in your neck and plug two in your chest

Turn around and plug three in your rest

Yo. Pop clip and then dump; hop, skip and then jump

Backseat of the car, hot chick in the front

Fuck y'all rappers, all y'all gay

Tryna sell rap and crack – John Forte



TIME! (Time?) Fifty three point seven seconds

(That's kinda fucked up, duke) Aight, it was aight! But, yo

Let's try it again! Ready?! (Ey yo. Hold up, man) GO!



[Sean Price:]

My mama ain't raise no fool because my mama ain't raise me, fool

Sean Price the name, your beats hot but your writing is lame

Release shots on the side of your frame

The trees copped now I'm high as a plane

With these cops need a nine in the Range

Your seeds watch while you're high and insane, yo

Bust a u-ey, roll the window down, clutch a toolie

Kill a cop, get away just like a movie

Yo. More or less, nigga, less is more

Half a shirt, half a skirt is how I dress them whores

The Education of Sean Price, turn to page twenty

Learn how Grandma Jean used to make money

Mighty Joe Young used to gorilla pimp hoes for bread

Can't work her next day, bust her nose and head

Canadian steroids, Ben Johnson cheating to win

Like a fair fight with heat to your chin

Yo, the Fab 5 single came out I got dough

Then the Fab 5 shit got played out I'm like, yo

Lend me a dollar. Duke, what you want me to do

You broke then I'm broke, nigga, I work for you



TIME! One point fifty three seconds! Damn!?!

(Fuck you talking bout?) You outta breath!

You sound like you ran a ????? on a ?????



[Sean Price:]

Yo, I got one hand back in the street

I got the other hand back in the booth (word)

I'm in the crib with the VCR on watching 'Amistad'

Thinking bout a motherfucking cracker to shoot

Pootie Tang niggaz always got a lot to say

Ain't talking 'bout shit though, sa-da-tay

Classical soul, I got the nastiest flow

Sean Price, big gun by the grassiest knoll

Can't see me coming like I was fucking a blind bitch

Grabbin the radio and then commence to Gowanus

Leave it alone, or you can bleed from the dome

When I start squeezing the chrome at your Vs and your home

But fuck it (fuck it), y'all wanna die right now

Hit across your face with the nine like blaow

License to kill; fall back Vicodin pills

Get clapped, come back like Christ in the field

Got one foot up in some Tims

Got the other foot up in your ass

(Nigga, it's up in your ass)

You see I'm trying to get ahead, loc, but a nigga dead broke

Now I'm thinking, yo, where the fuck is the cash?!

(Motherfucker)
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