The M.B.C. Crew - Cannon Shots lyrics

[Verse 1; Lil' Matt] Yo whatup, its matt Before I come in wipe the mat, the cannons splat Eating up cats on flat, in cla** taking a nap Characters fat, wats up with that Give me a pat on the back, i got mad when she spat Mad berry's a rat, ill give it to you if you dont get a tat Man i hate these tests, can't rest with an F Rold gold best, I'm looking for the deck that's next At the desk Mom asked if i could text, at school its no bets Extra large tech, the adobe in effect Camp with the sardines, its all me gifted by smarties Huffer shoes dirty, that dance was no party hardly [Verse 2: Regatrom] In touch with my body poroably Getting signed by holly, sweating no molly I need to find a hobby, popping ollies in the lobby Don;t like these enchadies, confusion if the rockies 50 mile walkie talkies, i wih the weather warm Drought end with a better strom, it's Regatorm Not in the mood leather worn, knbife pulled get it on Forever more, the J word'll settle scores Jailbreak tether gone, ask Sean we get her done Down to the roach another one, on and on Sow me Rick Boss, status with a big cost Thorwing phones when I'm pissed off, tipsy tick tock Boy Scout slipknots, forget rock if not I'm doin extra trek, wouldn't steal in retrospect Shots is hella wet, I'm the teacher I expect respect Leitt protect the neck, waterlogged when i ispect the deck [Verse 3: Jack$on Ma$on] Road bike racing, they say the mile taking some pacing Doctor said I'mma good patient, the chores losing my patience Brussels bad tasting, you facing mason Straighten out it the Coalition, got our own font Taking walks on fawn with mom, it's the original don Listen the trap song, come on use the john Guard the cross like Ron, the game shopping for pawns The voice of a con, I'm looking for the deck that's next I'm the teacher i need respect, sunscreen on my neck protect One of intellect, postcards I collect Yeah this is boys life, the shirt don't enjoy right Animal hero toy fight, a condition i was born like Small tighties my groin tight, the collectors coin aight Joey's points nice, Aaron's joints bite Nah I hate the CD, being steezy come easy The piercing EP, please G bow down to the deity Jackson! [Verse 4: Rudy da Dog] Dog gone it, I'm all on it Don't know if y'all want it, nose all bloody Jumped from the couch, G.E. the grouch Racism in the south, announce caring from the mouth Candy in bag amounts, end the drought without The rain, it's a shame it's plain playing these games Say full name, no follower gain again On the day to day after the tears pain fade away Shuttle down the mountain, deadly twelve shouting Whinefest pouting spouting and doubting, talkin to em bout the fountain Big amounting on the block party, don't like em talk hardly