Skillz

Skillz - S.k.i.l.l.z. lyrics

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[in the background:] 

Turn it up (c'mon) 9 (everybody) 8 (c'mon louder) 7 (louder) 6 (louder) 



[Skillz over background:] 

Uh yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, drop my singin debut 

Do the damn thing - like this 

C'mon baby! Uhh, yeah, get my, uh-huh, yeah, uhh, uhh 

Yeah, uhh... uhh... uhh, yo 



I'm a problem, you better off callin Jake 

Before you see me you'll see X doin the Harlem Shake 

Ask your man who own the state, I know the album late 

But when it's this hot shit you 'posed to wait 

Son I spit like fo' bars 

Then I got Kevin Liles on the 2-way offerin fo' cars 

Skillz get the same cash 

For the past two years I've been windin it up like Dame Dash 

Ahead like no other, check "From Where???" 

First nigga to pop his collar on the album cover 

Far as battlin, y'all cats'll get hurt 

We can pull out 2-ways, I'll bust yo' ass over your alert 

I'm back, don't slip now; I ain't worried 

'bout you ballin hard nigga, you on your fifth Loud 

Trust me I'm gon' stay 

You need to keep your nose clean muh'fucka, I own V-A, c'mon 



[Chorus: singer (Skillz)] 

S.K.I., L.L.Z. 

V-A MC (do the damn thing do the damn thing) 

S.K.I., L.L.Z. 

V-A MC (do the damn thing do the damn thing) 



[Skillz:] 

So if, he the shit I'ma flush the guy 

With a sick-ass flow that'll crush the guy 

Hordes of metaphors that'll rush the guy 

Type of shit make Bust say "AH-HA, AH-HAH!" 

Ha! It's even worse at a show 

Cause usually I got whole front row full of hoes 

And they all be like ("louder") soundin like ("louder") 

Lookin like ("c'mon") you know like ("uhh") 

Yo, yeah it happens all the time 

Usually they find out I'm cute, give a fuck about a rhyme 

You got to trust me kid 

When I hear y'all spit I don't do shit but miss the fuck outta Big 

And that's real, tell me what's wrong 

The reason that you can't get a deal cause you can't make songs 

Yo as far as spittin flames 

Get a Oscar nigga, actin like you don't know my name, tell 'em 



[Chorus] 



[Skillz:] 

So let the poppers pop, and the breakers break 

You can, bounce and rock, or you can roller skate 

Yo, I want tall money, clown if I stack it 

and it fall, half of it'll land outta town 

Yo, I gotta get the crown 

How you sayin that you in the game when you know you outta bounds 

Try to put the heat to my jaw 

I'ma have dogs poppin up like it's meat on the floor 

And yo, I spit fly from the door 

Walk backwards talkin shit like I'm guidin a tour 

Ha, these rap niggaz sayin nothin 

Fuckin with me nigga, you musta bumped your head or somethin 

Y'all cats is real funny 

E'rybody goin platinum, ain't nobody gettin platinum money 

I came to drop fellas 

Leave you with nothin under yo' ass like a acapella, c'mon 



[Chorus x4: first and fourth time without instrumental]
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