Flip Da Style
[ VERSE 1 ]
Aw shit now, word spreads around when I get down
I rip clowns, I make niggas wanna skip town
Lord Finesse got the rough raps, fuck that
When I do my thing, I come off like a hub cap
I put shit out like a fireman, you never met a flier man
I slide up in chicks like a diafram
(You can't murder me, you better recognize) People heard of me
I say the shit that get you open like surgery
I'm so def, I catch wreck with no sweat
When I rock mics it don't make sense to try to go next
With the mic I'm royal, see
You could have a silver jacket with rhinestones and couldn't shine more than me
Don't be silly and try to kill me
Soundin like Milli Vanilli, I smoke your ass like a philly
I rap with force when I'm kickin my facts across
The shit I kick is hotter than Tabasco sauce
Don't try to ruin me or talk about doin me
(Why?) I got shit that'll spark your whole community
So lounge and peep the deal
(Cause I'm one muthafucka you don't have to tell keep it real)
We recommend: SMOKIN' (EMPTY, TRY ANOTHER)
Like this...
Put my make up on,
A little bit on the mac can hook it up real tight.
Gotta have my shell toes on, with the fat laces and the fresh blue stripes
Turn my cell phone off, cause you aint goin find me for the rest of the night
Now we gotta go coz i aint goin try standing in nobodys line
Chorus
Wanna get this party started
Wanna get this party started.
We understand your bout 2 close
But we just not ready to go!
We got this party started
We got this party started
We understand your bout 2 close
But