Young Zee

Young Zee - Stay Gold songtekst

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Zee, got down with Lauryn, loooong agooooo

(Yeah motherfuckers)

Dose status is where we will beeeee

(Yeah, yeah), that's where you'll find me

Sippin' Martini, my pockets swole

Stay Gold





I'll go gold if I just stay true to Newark

Get high and dust clicks like embalming fluid

My shit is loud when I drop my sound

All the angles in the clouds like "turn that shit down"





These dimensions and extensions will secure my future pension

When I mention corporate lynchin's like the cowboys did to indians

The intentions of the Devil is to cause me hypertension

So stay gold like Stevie Wonder don't blunder like OJ Simpson





Yeah, Zee need to battle with the older guys

'Cause all you little niggas get pulverized

Yeah, I get I'll on funky beats like Jalil

Yo posse gonna wind up in Beth Israel

Bring yo' fleet

You'll get stabbed and beat

And stomped out in the streets with my football cleats

I make a snake talk, bitch say who is it

When I climb up her walls just like number 4 lizard

What is this trash I hear?

Is it Static, like Jeru and Premiere?

Your MC style is way too old

I unfold pure funk as long as I stay gold









I be doing 95s in horizons

Flyin, lighting up thai while I'm driving

Your company's like who the fuck is Zee

Cause I be So So Def like Jermaine Dupree



(Yah, Yah)

It's pure No Brains funks, so get your cams start recording

And +Watch how we do this+ like Montel Jordan (Watch how we dooo thiisssss)

I use freestyles when I be high on sabbticals

On old school rap, I keep trapped in time capsules

Outz motherfuckers, serving niggas like butlers

Rolling dutches, going sticking in the Cutlass

My shit rocks word to Scott La Rock

I smoke opts and drink scotch and send my style through a paradox

I'm Outz, who ya?

NBC outsidaz, this raps raw, plus there's +Moore+ then Mary Tyler





And all the sell out, fake crews that tote pistols

I can diss you and I'm only bugging like whistle

You sold your soul for a tootsie roll

Now you swole cause your LP didn't even go gold

I don't let it get next to me

I just hang out with my friend like Extra P

(Yeah Roots, DU, Ali...)













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