C-Rayz Walz - H.G.H. lyrics

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C-Rayz Walz - H.G.H. lyrics

[Intro: {Sample}] {Breathe} Uh huh Cause I'm a human grease horse of course That's nasty bro Ayo Jay I love everything but the haters Listen man Okay [Verse 1] I show you how to train a pet dragon And babies with a flamethrower But don't crush the kids cause you ain't Yoda And these pens ain't sabers [Steal?] for juice like [?] in the streets of Grenada Letting it off on the roof with ya layer Eights on the set With 21 razors on cue Lies playa Invoke flavor - Outkast [We?] collect [?] like [?] in elevators Organic you don't think space is raw You sun boxer What you think all the rays is for Sneaker face These souls will lace your drawers We trace your flaws To live like a patient frog 'Til you croak No joke what you waiting for Debating score keep your head in the game Maintain the course One more thing don't talk bread with birds And keep your ideas close 'til heads is served [Hook] x4 Chalks already near all I do is trace your body in {Scratched} Do whatever it takes [Verse 2] In the the house I be picking up And I be getting my ... Something terrible cause I am a king When I workout the theme is 300 No time for fronting in my mind I am [a bench?] In the streets please respect the curb Or get chalked out quickly Expect the worst Jets in seconds Cavemen first So if I betray the verse and raise a curse with a brazer verse Why thank you Crazy raisin smirk Taking no shorts And I'm raising skirts Pulling bra straps And if my baby burst I'm putting insane work in It's crazy work That's ten Daddy get money and win I sound like the Biggie hook on Wu-Tang Again and again Don't quit your day job (get it) Waging war I'm a constellation Real stars stay with the [?] And it was verbatim The way he could bait 'em with verbs At point blank range would make the cadence occur This is that one shot video with no scene changes We both thought the beat was hot so I cremated it When I'm [banging?] Can't hang in Couldn't be fly with sky practice This guy's Baptist He wouldn't cross himself Flame retardant With each freak the beast targets The 3's hardened cause C don't leak jargon King joggin' I'm running the track hobgoblin Halloween pumps glow in the dark and spark margins Just like acting dumb is not showing you smart with art I beg your pardon That fake sh** ain't real I expose in the dark Non-fluorescent each bulb an idea from the heart Trying to curb my fly sh** like a bat leash in the park Non-fluorescent each bulb an idea from the heart [Outro: {scratched samples}] {Do whatever it takes takes The fakes I could never relate Recognize We could settle the score Your sh** is wack What I think about you rappers I won't get to that part part part part} I only get two tracks right {Do whatever it takes takes - the fakes I could never relate}

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