Nick Hook - The Rap Monument lyrics

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Nick Hook - The Rap Monument lyrics

[Verse 1: RetcH] Break up and roll it, light it then smoke it Pa** it, don't hold it, loving that potent I'm drunk and I'm rolling, this pill got me open These bad hoes is grunting, they bootys is poking Out them little dresses, and a n***a wanna f** He don't even smoke, but tell bu*ter roll a blunt Cause I'm way too drunk, and I'm too turnt up And I brought my own d**, and I do my own stunts Young and I'm wylin, new d**, I try 'em Hood call me RetcH, but your b**h call me Brian In Polo, I'm styling, that's all that I'm rocking And if you catch me out in 'Lo it's a problem 'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trapping f** with me, I got all this 'Lo all from ragging Used to have a n***a that was down to get to clapping Seen it on a video, he yapping to the captain That n***a snitching, R86 him These n***as trainers cause these n***as switching And these n***as b**hing more than these b**hes And I'm just so sick of this sh**, it's ridiculous Middle finger to the feds and b**hes all day Take her out to eat, then I make a b**h pay And my wine [?] and my shrimps sautéed And I'm chilling in LA with a b**h for the day [Verse 2: Da$H] Year before '83, I be the kid who found E.T Tell him teach me all he know, prolly make him smoke some dope Call a b**h over for throat and put her on some game Just to get up in her brain and now she out making me change I'm really dynamite, throw her on the blade, no Wesley Snipes Young Roxanne, baby sell that body to the night I'm trife as f**, light the blunt, get high enough to die for once Throw the pad at Christ, they asking God how do I write this stuff Don't know if he ever liked me much, but I'm saying oh well Blazing L's with the devil, watching old Hell in a Cell Matches your favorite actress, blasted, naked on my mattress Polygraphs break you say I ain't the illest n***a rapping And f**ing captain of this multi-million dollar faction Commander and chief, my sons the son of Sam with the beef We get loot, always ran from police You b**h n***as lose your head if you speak I ash the doobie off the cruise ship And flew to [?], cheffing out of Ruth Chris Two b**hes telling me they do sniff, what do you know So much wax in this blunt I'm smoking you'd think I'm f**ing Madame Tussauds sh**, I'm out of it yo, nah, f** that, bring them f**ing drums back Light a dub sack for my n***as locked who slung crack On a daily basis, sip liquor, I never chase it f**er I'm the greatest, carve a statue from my face, b**h

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