Rav P. - What Happnd

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feat. Smoke RZA

Man what's up with niggas looking at me like I hit the jackpot
My bitch ass fat in a white screen on a laptop
Sacks fifth sassy type your chick look crabby like
Who gonn' pay for dinner tonight?
Dusting nigga with expensive kicks
It's way too cold outside to be musty nigga
Same that got shot that's when Rudolph fell
And the Grinch came out the bushes like who gonn' tell
Plus my balls got that new car smell
All I did is tell your girl to have a seat like
What's the big deal
For my people to love me I need the approval of outsiders
When it's time to speak up they keep shut like mouth wires
Call you mr. Doubfire 'cause you doubt fire
A follower of that weird dresses for house attire
Come out the closet, will you?
I don't feel words lying there
A story like a movie from Spielberg
Fashion police gonn' get your ass
Should be talking through a plexi-glass with your non dressing ass
Rhyme perverted ???
I grab more titties than loving hip hop security
Pass the kid, way more passion that fit the rapping
Than the average kid that got gas on his bus pass, alaminated
Speed through floor and
Make sure I hit the piehole 'cause it's pouring

Yo, what happnd?
Thought you was gonn' get to rapping
Hey, it's about to start rapping
Pull up in the yap and you captain
'Cause you a rappin, right?

The black david, the cubby, minus the drugs be
California cain, it's badger from San Diego
Shit get fatal, more moves still some able
Done hooked up more niggas than the cable man
What is you really saying, man?
Used to jump the lunch line and take your juice money
Cush god, get used to me
In most city grab a deuce for me
I'm the illest nigga truthfully
Real one shoot for me
Encore hoes on me like I'm Sean Paul
Curb the bitch, she couldn't find me on the on star
On hard, on tour like Banja
Overseas getting yellows and pounds, I'm on, dawg
First time I visit I performed here, right
Autographs for the connaisieres
Dutch masters with the bomb, yeah
Don't even fix your face to infiltrate
Just pump your brakes, dawg

Yo, what happnd?
Thought you was gonn' get to rapping
Hey, it's about to start rapping
Pull up in the yap and you captain
Is you a rapper, right?

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