Ras Ka** - Hush Little Baby lyrics

[Verse 1: Ras Ka**] How A 6'4 Manwho*e gone take me to war? You gotta marshmallow core Ima make me a smores Couldn't knock me out! Gave me 2Pac clout Hit me from behind with a bottle, couldn't knock me out?! Ima 5'8 gameboy Icey watch, REUP still hanging form my chain boy White sweater no blood stains boy Game over I rolled dolo outside went up to ya rangerover Told ya “I got ya” undercover cops came over LA love me plus my spit flame nova Got that wrinkled a** forehead so Ima maime Yoda Dog my aim colder When we get at you… You are truly got bu*terfly eye bet his a**hole got that Rainbow tattoo Crotch filled wit co*k this the dick in ya mouth And this ain't the first time you been on my young jock Remember you was tryin to rap for me on the ‘Shaw Now you lyin on the net claim you broke my jaw fool! I ain't sounding like Kanye West b**h n***a I rep Cali this that Bombai best Walked the mainline, you walked the soul train line Yeast infection his khaki thong is on too tight And something ain't right-f** 300 bars I'd already locked behind 300 bars And still might be For murking this fake a** B L double O D Lancaster ain't close to Compton mayn & Caz from 6 0 want to know why you scared to catch that fade You already dead so now I gotta disturb you And the truth is the whole coast want me to serve you [Verse 2: Ras Ka**] Hey ya”ll Game on publicity stunt Cuz Doc (Dre) don't f** with him, city call him a punk And he don't go out without paying street taxes So he got a few real n***as he bribed to be active This the same JT from “change of heart” Your b**h said you cried a lot and you played the part Then your b**h went on a date had a “change of heart” Ima put something in your chest b**h and change your heart You gonna need a transplant, really have a change of heart From a stripper so you end the same way you start “Doejer” No tats JT, just bu*toned down hawaiin shirts and kool-aid smiles Streets of LA can't believe you now Even your own brother say you ain't reputable And word on the street you gonna end up a vegetable You past tense, Ima make your bobble head collectable Pathological liar, said I mentioned your son by name See fame shows the world who lame And I still don't know your son's name but I do know this It's a shame that his father's a b**h You thought you was going to pin-the-tail on the donkey But Ima a**hole, n***a you shook your a** like a monkey G A M E, we gonna drop the M E Just like you tried to drop me Now it's just G A, and we gone add the letter Y And lets play, the game is officially just GAY