Royce Da 5'9"

[fox69]

"Gorilla Pimp"

"Gorilla Pimp"


[Intro]
Yeah (Statik Selektah). Royce Da 5'9", Statik Selektah, my nigga Preme
This is the Bar Exam. Gorilla camp nigga
[Verse]
If you ain't callin' me king
Fuck it the mayor will
You think you fly
Then you about as high as a Ferris wheel
You not dope
You like soap
I'm like coke
It's like comparing Clearasil to Seroquel
But there is still too many things to name 'em all
We ain't the same
You niggas is dames in trainin' bras
I get brain from bitches with big tits
You got a dick with shit stains
I hits the hangy ball
That's the deep throat for niggas that don't get it
It's so hopeless
Bet they can only blow smokin'
No jokin'
I'm chrome kitted
Whenever you see me ridin'
Unless I'm in Hollywood, gold spoken
My shit kicks the loudest
My chick's kicks is Prada
The big body Benz is sick
Kicks is Bravis
Switch out and tell the Impala
To sit as high as a big dick toddler
Bitch, get dollars
I don't kick knowledge
I quit college for hip hop
If I get violent
You probably should kick rocks
Verbally vivid
Lyrically clear
Snitches shouldn't be murdered
They should just be livin' in fear
They should just be raped
No homo
My professional hit mens
Will merk for me and they work pro bono
New engine
Too sickenin'
Me and web
Got the hood up on the block watchin' the new Pistons
[Outro]
Shout out to my nigga Will. This is the Bar Exam nigga
Hip hop is alive. Royce just got out of jail

 

[fox69]

"Gottaknow"

"Gottaknow"


[Intro:]
Hold up!
Presenting to you, the President of the United States
The bullet being lodged an inch away from his heart
Reagan is launched into the operating room
And tells his doctors, I hope you're all Republicans

[Verse 1:]
Cash rules everything around me
I ain't claiming I'm street
I'm just saying everything that surrounds me is concrete
In the burb a lot, ride all because I bubble like Don P
Right beside me's a dime piece, college girl looking bout as good as I sleep
That's cause I keep it low, the opposite of high key
Y'all niggas got the wrong idea bout what's really going on, out here
Y'all weird, I see, they told you, Keep your ears to the streets
Y'all niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should get my own guilty verdict
May the next man learn from it, then flourish
You could put it on the news, you could put my face on the front of a shirt, then the latest video, then blur it
Y'all niggas fucking with the next nigga, bitch
Mostly attracted to her cause she the next nigga bitch
One of my niggas made a name for killing niggas
Now he on the slaying spree for Dilla niggas, I call it the nigga nitch
Life is set up for you to dig a ditch
God is looking down on all, being carried by the crisp pallbearers
Like, just ball, player
You ain't even gotta pull a trigger, you can still assist
I'm a keep it real as this

[Chorus:]
Got to know when to row from the madness
Got to know when to give these niggas passes
Got to know when to hold em and when to fold em
Got to know when to beats niggas asses
Got to know when the money ain't good money
Got to know when somebody ain't good for ya
Got to know when to open and when to close
When being silent exposes, and when it's golden
Got to know all I got to know
Got to know all I got to know

[Verse 2:]
God made us niggas, then made us all breakable
Then gave us all decision making, that'll make or break a nigga
People tryna blaze with you, just so they can lace a nigga
All because of public sensationalism
With brothers with faces that people see and can relate to
When the place where the foundation of eating's
Higher population is based on popularity
Gotta be careful where you place your wisdom
All it takes is just one conversation, where you, unbeknownst to the fact you're talking to an abomination
At the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong crime taking place
That'll put you away for a long grind, where it's locked
Where it's not safe unless you know them combinations
Yeah, it's just a way a man to be taken by the same thing that took his brother
We don't learn from each other, we learn to look the other
Way when one of us in trouble
That karma looking to catch you, it's patient
It'll wait till you think you would love to come get you
Cause women been the downfall of men ever since pussy was discovered
Dearly beloved, you soul searching for nothing
Just follow the instincts the lord versed you with, historically
That feeling that you get in your gut been getting ignored more than that poor person
Who's living under the gun in this cold, cold world that we live in
That's under the imminent control of the consumer and indigenous war merchants
More religion and more churches, doctors, more nurses
Cause it's the American way to make anything that'll finish you or drop you, for purchase
Who said I couldn't buy my way into heaven?
All I need is a bottle, a couple dollars, a couple people that'll keep me company
And who love misery as much as me
You got to know your pedigree, got to be yourself at all times
Your true self at all times ain't gon hesitate to let you know when you should let it be
A lot of these brothers done died tryna follow their pride
Gotta know the alert signs, them butterflies are reliable as your first mind, genetically

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Gun Harmonizing"
(feat. Crooked I)

"Gun Harmonizing"
(feat. Crooked I)



"Somebody lift me up, yeahhh
And give me a hannnnnd
Give me a ride, I'm slidin off the highway
There's a curve in the road
I don't know when I'm going, crazy"

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my fiend murder
Communicatin while you debatin usin machine squirters
Brrap, that trigger's my tongue, I let you lick it
Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole clique up
The Lord call for your soul, it's time to go pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowin at you, you cold stiff up
My heat, heatin my whole hip up, all we do is court strippers
Your metal freezin like it's a morgue zipper
I (I) ride around with Preme
Not the Preme from Queens, but the Preme from {?}
'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the desert, eagle
for y'all people like the wing's the clip, and the barrel's the beak
My perilous fleece, I'ma throw on them diamonds
I'm a pharaoh deceased, like a spawn was rhymin
And, I would advice ya not attempt to
New (Temptations), the gun harmonizin

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
Every bullet's a note
I write with a firing pen every time the, trigger pull it's a quote
Inside a poof full of smoke
Sniffin lines of that gunpowder I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a coat
And a turtleneck
The best rapper alive could be the best rapper that died, a murderous
If you ain't get it by now I'm suicidal
I'm wild, a nigga better than me is who I ain't heard of yet
So I ain't murdered yet
He ain't even been born, his momma's a virgin, she ain't even furtile yet
Prepare to get back - next time you take a shit
Stand and turn around and look in the toilet then compare me to THAT
Don't compare me to none of these motherfuckin
wannabe hustlers tough until they standin in front of me duckin
It's off with yo' head nigga 'less you one of them Dodgers
We sound off as one, we gun harmonize!

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds]

[Crooked I]
This shit is musical, my spit is beautiful
And if the best rapper died we'd be sittin at Nickel's funeral
But we ain't dyin cause our trigger finger nail you
as quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles
I split your wig from far away like a long arm barber
Then lift your weight like a strong arm robber
Put that on Moses, I rely on my ride
As sure as Satan's tongue lyin to God, everybody dyin
It's like you standin in a circular firing squad
Singers for hire I find him a job
You see the gauge baritone, the revolver's a tenor
Way the shots spin your body I'ma call 'em "The Spinners"
Call 'em "Earth, Wind & Fire", put you beneath the earth, wind and fire
Feel the fire that burnt Richard Pryor
I'm keepin two guns, I named 'em Romeo and Juliet
Make you take five like you and your homies on the movie set
BLAOW!

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds]

 

[fox69]

"Happy Bar Exam 2"

"Happy Bar Exam 2"


[Intro]
Yo, Green Lantern man. You know how we do man. We shittin' on niggas dot com
It's a fuckin' invasion you bastards
We a problem
[Scratches "Invasion" - Nas]
Green Lantern
[Marv Won]
Aye, aye
I'm back on my bullshit
Come chill with the crook
I'm rejuvenated bitch, I feel as good as I look
That's awesome
Show me who's talkin' and I'll off 'em
From Austin to Boston, make 'em floss in coffins
Shit, if I ain't the man, I'm standin' next to him
Starvin'
Somebody bring me a Dexitrim
To suppress my appetite
I feast on niggas who ain't rappin' right
Learn in the after life
If I ain't the best baller, I'm right after Mike
Cockier than the nigga that make (Flashing Lights)
I'm the king of the jungle
I'll stop all the scoring of your block without bringin' Mutumbo
A 100 round drums is what I bring to the rumble
Brash
I ain't get a thing when I was humble
And why should I be?
Niggas ain't good as me
The best black champ we had in a while like Booker T
One of the best, but overlooked like I'm Pusha T
You little pussies get fucked
Here go the douche for free
There ain't too much that Marv can't do
Make way for royalty
Happy Bar Exam 2
[Royce Da 5'9"]
You welcome
Bubble like Seltzer
Bubble lights do a double life crime what else then?
Gun shots kinda sound like the llama belchin'
Shittin' like I'm rhymin' in the John like Elton
I turn a nigga into stone
Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya
Female Medusa
(It Wasn't Me) like Shaggy
Denaun (da nine) did it
Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer
Give you a buck 50 this evenin'
This is my time of the month
If you ain't fuckin' with me you bleedin'
I can't count how many whips I be stickin' keys in
Bitch, you ain't dissin' me, you just committin' treason
Red wine or Reislin?
Has been, I'm a "he's been..."
Everywhere
I'm Bigger than Cease's friend
Lyrics written down with a G's pen
Hood rats on me cause I'm in a trap
I'm gonna give her cheese then
She with me, she never dick teasin'
Wrist freezin'
She's tellin' me I'm just seizin'
She do whatever I tell her as long as it's with reason
So I'm gonna tell her to blow me till she quits breathin'
She playin' position, but it's me receivin'
The cum comin' through them gums looks like the bitch teethin'
Diss me, get treated like you was just leavin'
After I quit sqeezin'
I'm the shit fool
Every year in my past, my shit list grew
Niggas switched up and got ripped up like Rick Rude
Yeah, I don't fuck around with that mic
You try to fuck with me you probably fuck around with that white
What you a cluck?
I psycho spit
Y'all writtin' with lead
I'm writtin' my rhymes with rifle tips
I'm excitin' like highlights of Michael's clips
I run the net like my mics a microchip
Nickle
Happy Bar Exam 2
It's a holiday nigga

 

[fox69]

"Hard"

"Hard"


A lot of people ask me since I'm a lyricist in this business
How come I haven't gone broke yet?
I tell 'em it's cause I'm the flyest backpacker ever

I'm flyer than Mos Def in a Trump tower surrounded by four chefs
Fixing him some slamon croquettes with Kendrick, Cole and Kweli
In their dinner clothes, try me, you and your crew will bleed
Y'all bums ain't shot for the stars - just New Years Eve
Nothing was given to me
I had to go upside heads just to get upside hills
Never over the hill though, so I never strike when the iron is hot
I strike whenever the fuck I feel
I eat what the fuck I kill
I got this way from not being allowed to eat dinner
If you knew how much I've lost, you'd have no problem with me winning
How many times, how many times, how many times
Could I be reinvented?
Money is the deadlier of the five venoms, in my denim
Definitively got a widen 'em, garages with cars in 'em
Hanging out in bars to have menages with bartendes
God was an artist and Jesus was a carpenter
They put me together like an easel in the darkness of hell
And lost it and left me some loose screws, but
These are the nails to your coffin
These are the folk tales of a starving artist
Battling demons through his notepad like Adam and Eve eating kale in the garden
Flying private away from all charges
As my layers keep evolving

 

[fox69]

"Heat To The Streets"
(feat. Kid Vishis)

"Heat To The Streets"
(feat. Kid Vishis)



[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm illa rhyme spitter
I am like an arms dealer
I sell heat to the streets nigga
C'mon
Shine til I'm blind nigga
Dime getter
I sell heat to the streets nigga
[Royce]
It's like nigga hate and we line up
All of them in one place
And we give them standing ovations
And I don't mean like Rhianna
I mean, squeezin' that llama
Dumb rappin', gun clappin', knee deep in that drama
Bakin' like a salon(a)
I'ma
Fight 'em like I'm in 'Nam(a)
Night 'em like a pajama
Bite him like a piranha
Hok, spit on ya Honor
[Kid Vishis]
Kurt Cobain, suicidal
You got the nerve of Nirvana
Bullets touch men and women
Just as quick as Madonna
Little nigga
I'll do to ya momma
What the KKK wanna do to Obama
I just need one K
I'm a repeat blocka
Tear up your whole block
[Royce Da 5'9"]
The drum hold a hundred hot ones
I'ma
5 comma
9 apostrophe ass nigga
Spaz happy
slash colostomy bag giver
[Kid Vishis]
Slash the ass kicker
Slash the last lyrical ass nigga
Imperial swag
C'mon
[Chorus]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Nigga know they don't want it with me
I'm the gas mask
To niggas that's runnin' on E
High as a wavy neighbor
I want my just due, two mules and 80 acres
Lady Day to stretch her pussy out like baby labor
The beefs embedded in me, I got fillet behavior
I got the A.R.-itis
[Kid Vishis]
Pop, shady flavor
I got gravy paper
That means I'm on top
That gun cocked is goin' down like Yung Joc
I'm the 80's savior
You want doe, I be the baker
Cakes up, I oven haters
I'm who made ya
I'm Kobe Bryant
Who care about the rest of you Lakers?
Infiltrate the truth and expose what's left
[Royce Da 5'9"]
We the best haters
Put you on respirators
Put money on your head and up it like an escalator
Page full of rhymes
I'm about to lay the paper
I do the labor, Keno do the day to day stuff
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hello (Skit)"
(feat. Melanie Rutherford)

"Hello (Skit)"
(feat. Melanie Rutherford)



Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey

See, who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
BITCH!

You do not know me, but I know you
I've been at your home, sexing your man
He is not happy when he's at home
I am his one thing, just so you know
Girl let me tell you, I am old-school
You played your part and you knew the rules
You classified as one thing or two
I am his wife so don't be confused
Girl let me tell you just so you know
You are the streets and I am his home
Don't come if you [?] with something [?]
If you call again I'll be at your door
Don't make me act up, up out the rage
See I am a lady so have a nice day
So who the hell is this calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this calling me in the morning

Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey, get 'em up
Hey

See, who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Calling me in the morning
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
Who the hell is this?
BITCH!

 

[fox69]

"Hip Hop"

"Hip Hop"


[Intro]
Woo! haha, uh
[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah, we started from nothin a couple MC's
Beat-boxin, the crowd in the lunch room (yeah)
Me and Prem', both names go together
Like they ain't supposed to be seperate, like "D" in the D
I said it before, I rep in records beats
At the headquarters, rest in peace
Nigga I'ma hold shotty, and knock you out
And I ain't gotta know Karate like Afu-ra
It's - HIP HOP!, strong or not
This is rap basketball, stats all you got
Long as you hot, and your flow could hold up
To knowin all of your short goals is long shots!
Ninety percent of you niggaz ain't hard
Here +Just to Get a Rep+, you not +Gangstarrs+
The finest flow will amaze, rap without me
Minus The Source, minus the Quotable page
[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
HIP HOP! is everything around you
[scratched] - "No competition"
Back to the voice, of today
[scratched] - "It's real in the field"
What's realer than - HIP HOP! (yeah)
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
[Verse 2 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Rythmic, league c'mon wit it, I'm long winded
I will diss you, from long distances
You will not get the chance, like Choppa
Ness and Dylan, to dis-respect, who you don't listen to
Egg in the skillet brain, nigga, diss is you
Smarten up, every person in the earth, be harden up
But the only target is us
It's - HIP HOP! cars and trucks
I be dreamin about shit, like havin a hard time swingin
On a nigga, or squeezin a trigger or fallin
If I land, I won't wake up (yeah)
My six shot model, ya crew
I'm leavin ya mommy faces blue, just like a Hypnotic bottle
They feel you the realer, you spit
This killer shit is hearin us
Healin you if you ill or you sick mentally
[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
It's - HIP HOP! is everything around you
[scratched] - "Gotta be something for me to write this"
Back to the voice, of today
[scratched] - "No talent rappers"
What's realer than - HIP HOP!
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!
[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
More venom, 5'9 is like a G5
Illest lyrics is stored in him
Chorus is killin, any warrior feelin
That I ain't God - Lord willin
Trust me, after I crush ya buildin
You will just hush, you won't restore the village
We look toward wit killin, real
Though this album is mor-bidly feelin to steel
HIP HOP! - FUCK your feelin's
More rappers dying, much more killin
It's no feelin, realer than gamblin ya life
Everyday, and wakin up to more dealin's
Fourteen killin's, compared to offshore millions
Equals, I got a lot more villians
You know that you easily lose, you be on MTV News
For the first time, because you died over
[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
HIP HOP! is everything around you
[scratched] - "Come alive y'all"
Back to the voice, of today
[scratched] - "It's all in the game"
What's realer than - HIP HOP!
I know my streets, I know my sounds
Y'all know my beats, how I get down
I take my steps, and leaps and bounds
Nigga it's - HIP HOP!

 

[fox69]

"Hit Em!"

"Hit Em!"


[Intro - DJ Premier speaking]
Yo Royce. The gloves is on? Don't play around with these motherfuckers. It's time to...

[Royce (Statik Selektah)]
Hit 'em. (It's the Bar Exam)
Hit 'em. (Royce Da 5'9")
Hit 'em.
Go

[Verse One:]
5'9" stand back he about to blow
Snatch your hoe, let her go she about to blow
That fo fo that he's holdin' is about to blow
I thought I told you motherfuckers it's over
Bliiiiiiip
Stick up
I got the gats out grindin'
Give me any kinda Preme track I rap out rhymin'
And bliiiiiip
Switch up, turnaround and rap bout diamonds
Tell the underground I'm shinin'
I'll be back I promise
What you lookin' at dog?
Your boy is fire
The more time goes by his nose gets higher
Plus he been pushin' that bar
He knows what he wants
He'll fuck a Pussycat Doll before he retires
It's all about black and white
It's like a piano
The white and black cards you dealt
Life is a gamble
You might rap hard today like you an animal
Then suddenly, tomorrow you gay, like The Sopranos
I done seen it all
Lyrical niggas who dumb it
Down
For y'all niggas to sing along and still do nothin'
You simple like the ABC's, is y'all countin'?
You like a caption at the bottom, with the ball bouncin'

[Chorus]
5'9" stand back he about to blow
Snatch your hoe, let her go she about to blow
That fo' fo' that he's holdin' is about to blow
Preme tell 'em who it is just so that they know

"Royce Da 5'9" - [DJ Premier]
Hit 'em
"Just a young nigga caught in the mix" - [Dead Prez]
Hit 'em
"It's rugged and underground"
Hit 'em
"You can't run no games" - [Xzibit]
Go!

[Verse Two]
5'9" crystal clear
Pistol in here
You disappear and soon as I shoot it if you appear
You see it clear if I appear to be clutchin' a shottie
The butt on the gun is bigger than Buffy The Bodys
I go upside your head with it and fuck up the party
Oooh, I make your ass loose those couple Bacardis
The 40 long came along with a couple of bodies
I know a couple Corrleones, a couple of Gottis
My story long nigga, I stay deep in the drama
I get my Maury on nigga and sleep with ya momma
I done did wifes, did dimes
Did niggas in when the tripped
Cause they found out the kids mines
Blew the tec off
Drew the column up on who the best
Put himself, Nas, Jay on it and moved the rest off
I'm a (Gang)sta as well as a (Star)
Put 'em together and you caught me pickin' up where Guru left off

[Chorus]
5'9" stand back he about to blow
Snatch your hoe, let her go she about to blow
That fo' fo' that he's holdin' is about to blow
Preme tell 'em who it is just so that they know

 

[fox69]

"Hood Love"
(feat. Bun B, Joell Ortiz)

"Hood Love"
(feat. Bun B, Joell Ortiz)



[Intro - Royce Da 5'9" - talking]
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
It ain't nothin like (like, like)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Preme

[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood (hood)
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good (good)
'Cause you been keepin it real
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

Love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it true (true)
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
Royce Da 5'9" give ya ill verses
Ryan Montgomery is the real person
No makeup, that's why you couldn't touch me up
I remember bein locked up (locked up)
This nigga walked up, tryin to battle (okay)
I went ahead and let 'em finish then I told 'em "do that again I'm a
fuck you up" (true story)
Now take a journey through a nigga's psyche
The only snitch in my life is the chick tryin to split up me and wifey
You think you like me, I'm aight with that
I don't even call my nigga Budden "Mouse", it sound too much like a rat
So may your steps be just like your stacks (stacks)
High, afraid of death, havin a life attack
It's I, got the soldiers for the coca price
Your poker face on, I'm a turn your channel to the "Poltergeist" (woo)
My out of town niggaz know the business
When you land, I'll come get you, we gon' get it

[Chorus - Bun B]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it real
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like rollin through and knowin you good
'Cause you been keepin it trill
When niggaz see you, they salute you (salute you)

[Verse 2 - Bun B]
It ain't nothin like walkin your block
One deep on your city streets nigga, no hawk or no glock
No blades in your mouth or box cutters in socks
'Cause real niggaz show love and bad bitches on your jock
Every corner got a homie you know well
Even if somebody see a deal, then they won't tell (shh)
Your man say he got the goods, so you tryin him out
The ice cream truck roll through, you buyin 'em out
The youngsters helpin out the old folks (hold up), with something hard to do
The kids is playin, nobody beefin and it's a barbeque
And every backyard with the old school jams on
Sweet potato pie courtesy of your grandma (already)
Everybody's home, nobody on the yard
We drinkin and smokin the night away with no regard
Nobody arguin and everything's good
Man it ain't nothin like love from the hood, that's understood

[Chorus - Joell Ortiz]
It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good
'Cause you be keepin it real
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, come on)

It ain't nothin like love from the hood
Ain't no feelin like comin through knowin you good
'Cause you be keepin it G
When they see you, they salute you (salute you, word)

[Verse 3 - Joell Ortiz]
It ain't nothin like, what I do every other night
Pick up the liquor, send the fiends to go get the cups and ice
Sit on that project bench and have some of the funnest nice (come on)
We spend that wrong doin makin money the summer right (yeah)
The smell of somebody barbeque got my stomach hype (mmm)
'Tata salad, rice and some chicken, a little something light (uh huh)
A beast with the cards, they always ask me to shuffle twice
Swear that I be cheatin, I'm just fuckin nice (haha)
Cut that, rug rat, niggaz that robbed, never tried your boy (never)
Only just me, no security that I employ (nope)
I never need to wear iron toy (why?)
I ain't naive, I just hang with some killers and I'm their pride and joy (yeah)
But nah, ain't about that right now (nah)
It's about the jokes, weed smoke and the cat fights, meow (what else?)
It's about them New Year's on the roof, with your gat like bloaw
Outside the booth I'm the truth, give me dap like "yowwa" (haha)