Vector Tha Viper - Zoning Out lyrics
Intro: Vector Talking: Ha ha ha, he he he he he he he he he he Ok hehehehehe I give them a laugh again Dem go say we no dey do commercial that we We don't try to dumb it down. WHAT!? But make dem sef smarten up now Ha ha ha alright no offence though But anyway, middle finger if you take that personal Serious! Vector [Verse 1] Middle finger all the gangs in the game p**y n***as gonna get banged in the game None like me, we don't have the same jeans We don't wear the same denim See the man is insane I love my sneakers, f** my gucci still Ladies love the gun, I call em jazzy groupies Making money on my solo ground But these n***as talk cheap They got the visafone promo lines Encore that on thunderer No game but my lines double on contra Never had a bullet, ama spray till the end of the game Meaning ama k** everything in my way On my way, anyway, they dying Turn a body to a spirit anyday they flying Can't learn my trade, you better be headed to Aba Cause I'm past Phase1 you can't meet up with my car And I'm past phase 2,3,4,5,6 Even V.G.C is like I'm headed to Ajah Google this line, you can't call it a bluff When I say I'm first blood like Steven Huff Let's see if you'll be the bold when they catch you at the corner I know you tryna blow but, yama la pun Lyricist on the row, Vector and Modo Bi mo se gbo pe beat yen s**y, mo do You no be wall, u be net, I be leaf You ain't the best, you got holes, you the seive I'm sick dope enough to go against the world You just got little fans, you like the geisha girl See, why do I even rap this dope, I dont know O boy free rap for bara Your alagbara fit pa** for pope Iyalaya awon weyrey, f** outta here Ondun, I forgot to add that Ondun Ondun, Ondun Mode 9 [Verse 2] Shout out to Vector, short notice though Dope verse, let's do this Modo There goes, balling half balling, no sweat Ama chill when I leave the ball in your net Attack to your neck there goes the low blow No subbing full time in the go joe I dare yall to take shots at Modo And it will count against you'all like an own goal I shine your girls Congo, you still dey toast I'm in America now, you're playin monkey post Dem say I too dey pose, but dem too hollow I'm riding till the wheels fall off, full throttle Ghost mode with the gin bottle speaking this Spirits modo overk**ing when he spits it It is so acidic f** a critic, what they do is played out figure I walk around with the microwave radar Enemies are poaching Eric beep like a pager Then I cut them all down with dar faders lazer I'm like years ahead of you'all rocking a silver blazer Travel full to stargate to beat that a** like Joe Frazier Scared to try me ah, you gonna regret it I swear down bet it I'm f**ing 7 groupies at the same time You gonna think my dick is hydra headed If what you say is so fly. Ama spider web it Then deny you credit, call me the loco wrecker I walk the walk, you can check my dusty coco trekkers You ain't tryna check us, you paying ludo I'll be drinking henny, you'll be tipsy off the nuvo I got the chris money smell, new dough I rule though halo bars give the hood feel Uh, I mean the over your head hood feel I burst an old rhyme and time stood still You would have been a bad man if looks could k** I got goons to ride for free, goodwill They say the goodwill get dropped or finished last My bad boy piss on the teacher, right after cla** Modo put your idols on blast I conor cla** Disappearing in the flash 50 or dash You better than the better when you're talking out your Yansh Sorry a**, sipping codeine, you couldn't beat me in Your dreams I flow mean, your dress code ruffor You not tough soldier a** won't recruit you'all Arnold rap 2 is me, the square root 4 Get it, 2 square root 4 Mathematical, magical. Pragmatical, carnivore, dinosaur You mushy you weakling when one p**y speaking I Call It vagina monologue Your chick's on my log cos I'm front page on her blog Oh my god, next bar is climbable I'm fierce behind bars like a cage wild animal Life is a b**h, without the muscle on the mandible She drives me crazy like the fine young cannibals I deserve to be in part three of the expendables The black rambo dude warming up cali stenix Sitting on a rock, stitching myself no anestenix Selling you'all in bloody spectrums Back to the paramedics Winner? Winner? you ain't fit to be that Your heart weak, you'll probably die running the Victory lap Bleed that, die slow or better yet die quick Unride my dick you win pyrick I speak double yellow lines no parking son f** shaking hands, no parkinsons And tell your dog to quit barking son Before I ship him off to Calabar, that's 404 I don't paint pictures, I corel draw I love an oral who*e, the way she flips fouls On my dick Ow, she a big foul Make me say rar no zip file Locker room, punish her whip foul I shift bowels dick in your daughter down I'm sleeker than Kano oil you'all water down Take a big hell, oil and water don't mix well You're a bunch of little squares pixels I'm heavy weight mobil dick big well You better skip away the little girls in pigtails She's gonna pimp the nail, ring a bell, pimp the girl Leave you subbing and moaning and biting finger nails Give her some ginger well, smooth talking, fly hood This chick know the drill, modo pipe good She turn turn mic the way she pipe my wood Her big sis peck her, so dumb wood pecker Still wondering why nobody would peck her I tell am man to check her, cause she daring Mode On her knees bowing to the all faiiry mode Lick my ball berry hole, pick and roll Her nickname give and go She taking it free holes wipe her a** in free pole I leave rapper holier than team T boone The big booty call me D bone Mody the gutch Drinking illegal hutch Only rapping for dutch Or you mad cos your girl given up the kutch What you think she dick proof? She be offering Calm down you need emotional buffering 1 sign I puke and end all your suffering I'm blowing up, f** what you're uttering Smash the gla** case punch the red bu*ton in Got you wishing for no blow scad course Welcome to the school of hard knocks I take shots with real Glocks in the 18 yard box That's a d**h penalty yall kick rocks Still walking around shoot blank Forward ever I never look back Animalistic instinct I hump with a wolf pack And I can spas on a zoo track You got beef, i get my chef on, I over cook that Badman without sugarboy, he took his soup pack I go back on the map test bull crap Last album was tough, this one is soup black My first backing, I'm back in with the right backing Big boy snacking, food stains on my napkin Boombam king, never run the next man's thing Never shine with the next man's bling Royal rumble, last man standing in the ring Right hand up, all I ever do is win My BB don't ping, it go ching ching With my fitted cap, T shirt. Jeans and fresh timbs I'm still flying high and I did it with clipped wings Yeah I did it with clipped wings Outro: Yeah wadup XYZ. Alphabetical Order the end, coming Up next, uh above ground level Get ready for some commercialised sh**