Antelope
Dirty headsWell if you general brealbre? then roll with the style the dirty smoking cali green leaf till i die b leave me alone when im chilling in my home yo im smooth like a schwin and i shine like the chrome of its fender remember this microphone defender return your shit to sender cuz no one wants to hear it yo your lyrics are weak and yes your spirits meek and youre an ignorant mother fucker yes it shows when you speak your wicked disappointment your rhymes need some ointment the crowd at your shows always laughing and pointin leave and blew it my boy has been groovin and im still back stage just smokin and boozin confusing the sex? save the best for my choosing im choosin the rest so youre loosin
Well dont forget about the down and dirty southern cali flow just open the melody and let the rhythm go im hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope and soften up your skoal just like a ripened cantaloupe because the west (west) coast (coast)
knows how to kill it and yo and yall (yall) know (know)
when its time to feel it yo we make it right,
(make it right)
so we up all night, (up all night,)
until its tight, (until its tight)
until its tight, (until its tight)
a bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me, with lyrical chastity, and verbally blaster me, the illest we have to be, with musical masterpiece, so come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me,
so come on and clap with me,
just come on and clap with me,
so come on and clap with me,
yo just come on and clap with me.
once upon a time in the neighborhood, there was a little dirty boy that was up to no good, he had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand, he had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand, he said i just got out of the water and im late for school i asked dirty to skip and he said
thats cool
so we went to the liqour store got ourselves some magnum rollin down the street ya you know we brown bagged them, with the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom said we rollin through my hood ya you know we got em sucker mcs wanna battle me but thats okay i tell em dont fuck around because we dont play i sang rock out with my cock out i got balls of steel hear me clanking down the street like a bag of beer, said the dance off session gonna start right here, dirty b grab the wheel cuz i cant steer, you got 20 inch rims and they spinin when you stop, said i dont give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops, cuz thats what i respect to all you knuckle heads and derelicts just jammin down the sound with the syllables and intellect, maybe not the intellect but syllables are clean and i leave you in the desert with an empty canteen while id be rippin trojan ? in the gallapagoes and id be pickin foes like id be pickin the fro, and all you chicken head hos that come to pick at my shows you got to go.