A.G. - Q&A lyrics
[Party Arty] Question: why crime cats keep on testing? Answer: cause dirt b**hes keep on stressing The dirty dancer, cancer, 9th of July So I srtike only when I'm high, no lie So why? I don't know why I smoke lye And stay so high trying to be the multi- Billionare, n***as ask, you feel 'em there Pull 'em here, over here, k** 'em here And send 'em there, over there, where you rest I stay double busted, n***a, where's your vest? Is it a test or is it that they stress these rats? Or is it the trees that make me want to bless these tracks? These cats, GD cats, we be cats Giving n***as lessons in the rap sessions [A.G.] Ayo question: who's whipping the black Expedition? With that booming system, that'll be me With these chickens in the back seat holding gats for me Toting, flattering me, open, chatting with me I write these rhymes and stay high Be rolling in a black stolen driving by And I'm holding, the only thing that I'm smoking is lye With no cup, full brew, no cup, smoke up I'm so clutch in big games when big names choke up I'm so tough over Show stuff now flow's up [D-Flow] Question: why Flow smoke a lot of hydro? Simple, cause I like to feel clouds in my f**ing temple Maybe you high, I've been to Puffing more than one, on the run is where I sent you Must have forgotten I cut like a Ginsu Bust off a shot to ride the rock instrumentals Show you the gat, now you figure it's subliminal Holding down the track, just me and my criminals On the move, production Show and prove Be a ruse, GD go win not lose Got j**els, pay dues, got crews Want to blow with us, roll with us, think they getting dough with us Not here, you n***as step to the rear GD get dirty and blow some Hershey in the air, what? All this is is choruses Phat rhymes and beats with kicks like Norrises We trying to get the money for the kids so peep how raw it is How raw it is, how raw it is (Repeat 2x) [D-Flow] I got rock ready in vials, n***as k** me with their petty styles Tie 'em to the Chevy while I drag 'em every mile Let the cheddar pile, I need designer clothes, find the hoes Watch how the diamond glows, time to go, wind the more Dimes to grow, you throwing mine to blow, you trying to flow You brought the drama slow and I'm about crime and dough [Party Arty] It's time to shine and glow cause I'm the kind to blow I'm loud, y'all rhyme is low, blowe with my nine to go Time to blow Five-Oh and knock you down like dominoes Got the gat between your eyeing holes, make you spine flow [A.G.] Well I'm a flow, shine with Show, your mind ghost See the man behind the dough, you didn't get it? Man, you kinda slow We, holding down that fort lovely Us three terrorists like Die Hard 3 Rock Mercedes back to back followed by half a G Topless, like the golden lady, yo I got 'em going Crazy, Billboarding, cause of my ill recording Think it's sweet, let the nine mil stall them k** 'em slow like Lauryn, full of dough when I'm touring Me, Party, and Flow create raps that pack the Forum, so warn 'em All this is is choruses Phat rhymes and beats with kicks like Norrises We trying to get the money for the kids so peep how raw it is How raw it is, how raw it is (Repeat 2x)