P. Blackk - Bussin' Rhymes lyrics

It's wack, cause my cool is uncool A young black hooligan Who know what to do with him From Columbus, what it do? It is what it is if you 'member what I do It won't be the same as what I do, you dig? I bet I'm fresher than whoever relevant to you And D said make that times two So n***as know we in the house Fresh out your mother's, turned around Just to boast up on your couch What you on? What you 'bout? You ain't know? You ain't hurting nothing I advise you to do nothing rile boy I ain't with the running I'm a stand up guy but you funny Fools don't understand that I'm outstanding, money And I'm on the route to make that outlandish money Without selling out before it's sunny So tell me why I carry rap like an accident dummy And the torch, n***as pa**ing it to me So if it's rap that you want, hit me up cause I do that P. Negro. n***as egos? I see through that I'm ill though It's Mr. Spit What n***as Spill though For real, though And you ain't gotta smoke the field dro And so when I got flip-flops and socks with it I'm getting lifted, no weed, pun intended Could never be known as that engine that couldn't And didn't but always talked like he would, my n***a My potential is endless, see I ain't playing About to get my run on, incomplete sentence And I'm running for Senate, I'm Paul Lan Common sense meets Ice Cube meets John Lennon And I'm all of that mixed, they're like, "wait Is skinny n***a is the one with all our favorite rap hits?" I'm like R&B, Hip-hop in a track mixed, with a Haitian twist My name is P. Blackk, b**h