Dom Kennedy - Bite Me lyrics

[Mike Epps skit Intro] [Verse 1:] My homie "G" told me once you got it in a week They didn't know I rhyme, but now n***as send me beats Now I hooked a couple fans, booked a couple jams See me at the party, n***a shook a couple hands And damn you such a dick blower, yo whole click owe us And ya own b**h know it, this my lane get over And Jason had to change the kicks on the on the drums Cause n***as bite like Tyson when they finna lose They like "Dom what you finna do?" n***a more photo shoots, more interviews I'm tryin to boost my status up before my minutes through Cause n***as out in Philly like, "Dom we feelin Tennis Shoes." [Hook:] And you said you didn't like it though n***a Damn what you bite it fo'? I'm just tryin to party with them lightskinned hoes Take a couple shots and we might get blown Hit a couple spots before the night get gone Like b**h you better look hot when these lights click on [Verse 2:] Please pardon, the way that I be guarding My flow I don't spit, it's more the way that I be barfing I'm on fire more the way that I be arson I already palmed her in the way that I be Carson On the daily I lay back in my car and I do nothin, but I work too damn hard Man [Hook: add to it] And on... and on [Verse 3:] And I'm convinced we, fresh like Mintly Sometimes I ask myself, "Is this for real n***a pinch me" To keep Dom sane cause dang All this pink champagne got me tipsy And I speak all flame n***a meet champagne n***a drench me and send me to Disney Land With some girls in a Jiggy tan Ass like Diggy Damn, Saran and a dingy can Don't you know you can't help style? Man I'm just tryin to be like myself now So when I show up, put yo self down Black Chucks, with the Gucci belt And you said you didn't like it though n***a Damn what you bite it fo'? If I'm ever onstage and the mic is broke I'm a just make it rain till the my life is broke And I know that's not political Kennedy's don't do that but no we is not identical And no we is not a syllable So when they say we back, that mean me they not feelin you On the beat I rock lyrical Feel it in the air yes indeed I drop spirituals Belonging to the Lord, rescue me I got miracles Can't take the car or SUV I got [?] With no SUV I knock Erica, we shine so hard How can people not stare at us How girls not marry us (f** that) How could MTV not carry this Roll the Kush with the Berry sh** And don't come to Leimert Park with that scary sh** Every trend change and you bite the style That's why people don't like you now! [Hook] [Verse 4 x4: after every line "Rock, rock on, rock on"] To all my liars To all my bitters You could get inspired But don't bite us