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Comin' Down - E.S.G., Fat Pat lyrics

Yeppa Yeppa homeboys

That's the nigga Low-G

Puttin' it down for the nina eight

We givin' prop, what we did this week

So don't trip, if we forgot your click

I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town

Come around fuck 'em down with my underground

Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my T.P.

But my hina' hollerin' release me

Prime time like shines on the high mimes

Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times

Another fool puttin' down the truth,

You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof

Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better

If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her

The wanderer, hill wood hustler,

Turn your back on your gail and I, uh, straight clown in my H-town

Is you hoes really ready for the take down?

Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop,

Make your whole click catch the Greyhound

Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep,

Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy,

We, put the streets on beats

Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated,

Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees,

We, put the streets on beats

Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right

Act a fool when I one two check the mic

Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac

I jump in this shit and there's no way back

Creep the seven seven Seville convertible

My Cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front

Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt

I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience

Got a dopehouse in seven locations

Professional, but don't test my testicles

On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo

Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic

Believed myself, no one else saw my magic

Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild

Put the street on beats, who trippin roun’?

Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1,

Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G,

We, put the streets on beats

DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage,

20-2-Life, N.W.A., Lil' Kim, Rasheed,

We, put the streets on beats

I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national

It's understandable, not to mention

what I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'

Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin'

It can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed

Jus' to pee-wee, son you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD

See mo' pussy-cat than tweety!

On the underground nation, layin' foundation

The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'

Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms

Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum

Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion

Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin'

Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D

K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany,

We, put the streets on beats

Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill,

Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill

Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho, W.C.,

We, put the streets on beats

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