Wax
Wax - New Crack lyrics
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(Intro) Pawm pawn pawn pa pa pa pa Happy New Year biatch! (1st Verse) Yo coming to you live and direct from the Bella de Centro It's big Wax, Dunny, and I'm at it again, bro I park when I spit not to press my luck 'Cause I ain't go no insurance and if I wreck I'm f**ked But when I ride beats, you couldn't deny that 'Cause you could use every syllable as a high hat Rewind that And you'll find out The rhymed that I just spit was perfect, Reverse it, half it double, time that Anyway you want it, fam Ask my momma, man You could see a Mic in my sonogram I got my first soof in the booth And I wrote my first hook in a coloring book And back then, my rhymes was outside the line And still are- phones loose reception when I kill bars I heard your sh*t, my ear's still scarred Should've turned it down like opening a pill jar F**k Jake, We gon' wake and bake I make paste when I battle all you fakes for cake But now it's time for a station break... We whiling out! (Chorus) Intrumental (2nd Verse) Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo eh yo Hey yo, spitting lyrics over this music, that is my calling Rappers stepping to me eventually they be falling East coast, to the West coast, you hauling King of San Diego, last name should be Stahlman Balling! Now I reside in Hollywood Your girl called me milk cause your boy did her body good Yeah, she got the calcium But she really couldn't tell 'cause her mouth be numb She like: (Instrumental) She's always down She reminds me of the teacher from Charlie Brown I'm just a musical genius With a beautiful penis And magical balls Tickle in them vaginal walls Ladies sit back and applause Right after you cum I spit tight, lick right Call me Dracula tongue A yo, it's mind blowing when I'm flowing You couldn't find No one who be showing the skills that I'm showing Mike throw it like a boomerang Come back with stupid slang If that, you couldn't understand Call me Pootie Tang Yeah, I might as well say sadate Mexicans give me props I'm like: De nada, guey Youtube search, when you come across Wax You'll see that I'm viral like Taco Bell sauce packs I glose tracks with high frequency audio polishing When you hear it you will all be astonished And your thoughts of what an MC should be They will all be demolished And from then on you will call me the hottest Motherf**ker that you've seen at a show perform And I'm the Sole cause of global warming My sh*t is like Oh ish, Oh ish You're sh*t is just (snores) For real, The crowd's getting sleepy, B But when I'm on stage is like they're on PCP They like: Do that thing, do that thing My favorite genre of music is New Jack Swing, f**ka' Whatever happen to that? I used to like hearing motherf**kers rapping to that You know, I'll take you little fools way back to middle school Science class Bunsen burners blow'll fry your ass Do not try to pass me like monopoly go I'll show cats how to properly flow A yo, let me explain: Wax is the nickname Back with the spit game Classic as Rick James Back when he sniffed cane Smacking the sh*t stained 'Til the mid frame Of you bastards that spit lame Mother f**ker (Chorus) Instrumental Yea, I want to send a shout out to my man Herbal T Doing it real big in Brazil. This next sh*t's for him (3rd Verse) Yo yo The way that we be packaging this flavor and bars You'd be like, "Wax, do you work for either Quaker or Mars?" I work the bass and the treble like the faders in cars And won't stop spitting sick until ya'll haters get sarce (bitach) You think I'm dumb and sh*t Just 'cause I spit shrik leaf for the love of it I already gave up on the government Not trying to change the world, just making fun of it And I ain't scared of the terrorists F**k all that, illegal immigrants? I love ya'll cats, come on over Take a plane, walk, take a boat What the f**k do I care, fam, I don't vote There's two things that I care about: love and rhythm And the people that I meet and the love within them And the beat goes off from the winter to the summer 'Cause time, it ain't nothing, but a go, go drummer And the filing in his writs make you nod your fist Make you realize God exists 'Cause if he didn't then how would we have this rhythm It don't make no sense to me The way that we spit time up so exactly Without some time of stop watch technology And I'm just saying, fam The sh*t that I vow for F**k Iraq, hip hop I die now for So if you mad that I'm stalling on you, Be glad if the Cal is on you 'Cause you gon' have to kill be before I stop whiling on you Like this (Chorus) Instrumental