101Barz - Riff Raff Freaks Out During Freestyle Session And Breaks His Chain lyrics

I jump out the Phantom With a cannon I leave ya stranded at the Grand Canyon Eight screens on And I'm watching Ed O'Bannon Ain't no tryna tell 'em Ain't no tryna get a felon Apparently I'm more throwed than your parents I come through with diamonds and carats Transparent It's hard to see through ‘em I coulda played for UCLA Bruins But I was truant I was school too late Diamonds, aw man, cause earthquakes I demonstrate The way I demonstrate Ice on my chest ice on my face My teeth and grill shine clean I'm Mr. Clean I—I step up inside the club like Mr. T So many ice up on my chest I look like rainwater I pull up in the river they do rain dance I'm brain stance I sit up like a tricep My- I work out on my biceps My tricycle made from Versace But I ain't got no kids I forgot what I did Five minutes ago I shop at Texaco I done I done ball like Plexico So much money on my plate It's hard to eat it I come through In a Gucci wifebeater With the sleeves off Cause you know I gotta keep it cool I act a fool I pack a mule I pack a tool They figured I done work at Home Depot You shootin' shots b**h I'm shootin' free throws I'm grand slam I'm in the Trans Am I'm flippin' candy yams These b**hes look like uhh... (NEW BEAT) Uhh Toucan Sam [Talking: I switch the whole beat on b**hes. What? What they want? They want a freestyle off the dome? Freestyle off the head?] I po' a fo' in my Fanta I came through I bought me a panda It's a hologram I come through in Afghanistan I stand still And I raise my left hand I tell a couple lies But they just white lies You know I ain't gotta try I freestyle drive-by I do a freestyle Don't even give you a chance to come back I drop the track In about a minute flat It's nothin' to me Music ain't sh** I do this sh** so quick They figured I work for Bisquick They figured I work for Nestle's quick So may I mix it up Eight screens on Watchin' Daffy Duck I play in public I play with my budget Man I can't f** witchu You ain't got a good enough deductible You ain't got enough bank deposit Mothaf**as tryin' to negotiate my freestyle sk**s I come through Workin' all kinds of wood and wheels I pop a pill I make a drug deal I'm in Nashville Yeah b**h I'm in Tennessee Them hoes can't see me But look But clear—for clarity Just to see me Twenty-five hundred On the Cazal's I come through In Easter time I'm candy pastel I pa** well Like Tony Delk My chest pa**es is Unsubtractable You can't even add it up with mathematics In geometry I pull up doin' symmetry I cut you in half Turn you to a centipede That's how I do it The whole game get ruined I come through sip codeine fluid But I—shawn derry awn Uh sh-sherry awn I carry on I carry well Carry bumper veil [?] I might Three wheel Pop trunk So hard Leave your kid in a well He down there tryna ask for For pot roast I ball the most I eat French toast Who gon' cope with me? Who gon' go ahead be in the gym? You wasn't in the gym shootin' Strokin' threes You can't do it like this The way I wood wheel twist I got at least 40 grand on my wrist That's Versace On my shoes And I rock Huarache I just got the damn I finally got the Bordeaux sevens I came through I might shop at 7-Eleven I might shop at Mo' f**in' Wal-Mart Mexico Ya'll already know how I stop I don't stop I ride non-stop I'm still ridin' spinners like it's '05 That's how I do it I don't even I don't even gotta make a whole fluid sentence I speak a half sentence Into a Into a tran-transition That you never heard before I sip my syrup slow You already know that I go toe to toe With the best of ‘em I got the best lungs For smokin' I'm all the way in East Oakland I ain't chokin' I drink so much Figured I was from Alaska I ball on you ba*tards Versace on the casket Leave it closed I put a nail in the coffin I pop trunk often I don't gotta go to the doctor's office To even get my prescription Wood wheel twistin' I'm in a red light district You know what I'm sayin'? We givin' high-fives, handshakes, hugs I come through Still pancakes and d** They askin' “what's your subliminal?” “Why you speak so much?” “Is you typical?” Hell naw I'm faster than Quick Draw McGraw Rap Game Tim McGraw Better yet Rap game Garth Brooks I sing a hook Like I'm Garth Brooks (NEW BEAT) I'm in Pakistan I'm in Thailand Eight screens on 50 on my neck and hand I'm with the Taliban Nah that's just just I'm sayin' I come through I flip Flippin' on that candy sand I came through I leave the mic computer The way I clutch a Glock I clutch a Ruger I did that My (inaudible) Sapphires on my tires And them wheels peel back But it's still rewindin' You already know I gotta get my shine in But my Breitling is timeless My timepiece I leave my pants with a crease Leave your whole block deceased But this ain't no bleedin' season I floss for no reason I eat, leave eight screens breathin' “Whatchu mean? Uh, your screens got a humanity to ‘em? They got a pulse? My screens even Got a divorce From each other? So they had uh Sexual relations?” The way they hatin' They figured I was never fraudulently skatin' I skate down your street With Jays on my feet I eat a pepperoni piz-za Rap game Mona Li-sa I done switched my flow up Eight screens on and your boy Never been stuck I got a big Glock tucked Underneath my shirt I know it hurt I come through More fresher than Certs I leave the microphone alert It's a freestyle “He's so absurd. He's absurd He's absurd. I give him my word I give him my word That boy got throws hoes adverbs and words That boy came through in the mall He straight splurged He bought the whole mall.” I came through I'm six-two tall Man I don't want your gal That b**h look like RuPaul I come through with dope in my drawers And I swallow my rocks When the task force jump out What the f** they talkin' bout I'm on the pitcher's mound I serve 8-balls Like I'm in the pool hall Riff Raff came through I balled on all y'all They figured I ball for the Olympics I'm in a whole 'nother Dis-distinct Your game is extinct I'm a dinosaur Uh-pa** the thesaurus I bet I done said every word in that b**h Diamonds on my neck and wrist When I wood wheel twist I could take twenty grand off my wrist But I'm still worth around eighty Two million That's just on the Mercedes This a McLaren I pull up in the candy pear McLaren Is it from Katy Perry? Is it from Ric Flair and them? Is it from WWF I do it by myself “Man who you sign with?” Muhf**a I got plaques on my shelf I ain't gotta sign with nobody Rap game John Gotti I drive a big body Rap game Brad Daugherty For the Cleveland I shoulda been sleeveless It's hot in here I need a A/C system I don't need your sister Last thing you wanna hear is Riff Raff up in her ear Man Y'all boys feminine You need to pa** milk [?] I hate to ball again I leave you on the sidewalk at Bennigan's They went to Denny's again They eatin' a three piece With some extra noodles I just bought a Versace poodle