J-W-E DOUBLE S
dont we double best
tracks tear holes in ya bubble vextx
trouble...yes..when i hear tha words
bang this from the city til im near the burbs
[hook- kulaia & J Wess]
bang this in tha club
(im a spray the joint)
And if u wanna get loud
(u gotta play this joint)
no dress code, no guest lists, no charge
(small change but i must stress this im so large)
bang this in the club
(im a spray the joint)
and if u wanna get loud
(u cant fade the joint)
and yo, this is for the wanna be riders with no cars
i'd be just like u if i wasnt so large!
[verse 1 (MC digga)]
i bet you'd like to know what happens when tha lights go off
tha mic go off, dont even try and fight the force
im tryin to lock it down globally like microsoft
blaze tracks, but i never been the type to floss
wipe floors with fake ass rappers, they aint movin the crowd
i showed u before, plus im provin it now ( and smoothin it out)
i still bring the ruckus to this an while u home on tha couch (i stay up in the mix)
u got a bad attitude, thats something to fix
im gettin love from ya crew, coz they be pumpin my dick
think nothin of this i could do it in my sleep ya feel
so while u non-talent muhfuckers keep shit real
i keep shit still to stay on point, till im paid tha oint
bangin the club, my lyrics spray the joint
keep tha dance floor wet so u can get ya slide on
so why track this hit, watch me get my glide on
[Hook]
[verse 2 (MC digga)]
check my command of the english language its expansive
at a club with drink bars, new kicks, new chicks to dance with
thats not my most of operandi, understand i,
redefine the role of a villain, respect the bad guy
award winning sentences, acclaimed critical, lyrical
most of ya'll just spit generical references
its very circuitous, 360 degrees in fact
breeze through ya down and leave with my steeds in tact
with ease i rap, you chopping mad takes for a verse
bullshit punches, my hunches, you should wait and rehearse
stop i heard the hot shit an your not it
you need to cop this, steady drop this, heavy rock shit
its over,HUH, ya'll aint heard, im tha deacon of words
freakin the verb, while u speakin absurd
take some decent reserve, with foot soldiers with big balls as boulders
to move obstacles so save your acting for the movie
[Hook]
[verse 3 (MC digga)]
yo rappin is dead, i dont spit, i flow
flip tha script, nahh stick to tha shit u know
the clique u owe, the dick u blow belong to me
got ya shit on me, my word is Bond like Sean Connery
ladies still feel me when im 75
point oh 9 with no license, still ready to drive
i study tha vibe, its like R&B classic, track shit
rappers act spastic, when i flash hits
so merge ya words with virgin herbs
aint my function, dont wanna keep tha peace, i'd rather punch em'
straight hard hits of the target, im never sprayin
came in here with my fist in ya mouth, so what u saying
i aint claimed tha shit, u haters stay on the dick
all u do is talk about us, nay sayin ya clique, im sayin ya sick
gastro interitis and all that flowing through tight as the format
[Hook]
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