Hopsin
Hopsin - Pans In The Kitchen songtekst
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Verse 1: Stop and listen. I'm rockin wicked. No competition On this shit. You gotta get it. There's nothing hotter than it A whack rapper: what HopSin isn't. I'll kick it to ya If you got a minute you'll bob your head like a walking pigeon Play my position. I'm kinda different when ryhmes is kicking I got lots of this. I vibe to it as I rock a fidget The amount of people that's feelin me is a hot percentage They know I'm tight but I'll be concieted if I admit it I'mma clown the game until I'm up at the top of it And don't be chicken th call me out if you got a problem with it Some silent shit is gone get evolved to some violent shit And fellings gone be hurt so you better off if you mind your business Don't get it started with that nigga Marcus. That kid retarded It's gone evolve to some ruckus. He'll prove your shit is garbage He be the illest artist, realest on this rap All you niggas out there wanna get him on your tracks