Dr.Chronic - New Revolution

Lyrics:

listen here fake ass niggas, you best take notes,
and watch the king, take tokes.
I'm the new generation, it's my time to shine, the new inspiration.

I'm running this shit, cause lifes like a game, i'm nothing to fuck with
nigga i can't be tamed.
Brute force on ya ass, so stealth, drop ya to the grass, face
first.

Gotta hoe daily, it's to bad cause she pays me. Stunnin' niggas left
and right, poppin' pussy every night.
It's cause my flow so sick, it make yo shit look dead, that i'm gettin' more
head than shampoo.

i'm blunt smokin'. kush in the bowl, everyones tokin'. I'm so different
not an outcast, i'm like bad weather, forecast.

My spits are like magic, they make bitches get sexual, and cause havic,
so you best get a medic, cause you colder than a degree stick.

You niggas are fakes, i'm the truth, ima rumble ya ass up earthquakes!
ain't no stopping me, i got a glock-49 on my side, pow-pow. put ya
ass on life-line.

I got money flowin, so fresh, got the shit glowin. And no i won't spare
a dime, you the dumbest mothah-fuckuh yet, reminds me of high times.

i don't got a limit, balance so high, smokin' weed outta 100 dolla
bills, makin' thugs cry, and bitches run to the hills.

When i spit, i spit flames, my shit so hot, i'm burnin' through ya
mainframes, ya nigga be ashamed. I don't play games, i am the game,
karmas a bitch, what comes around goes around, propella.

I'm like rambo, spittin' bullets at ya ass so fast, even got me chokin' on
that gun smoke.
I'm like a one man army, it'll take the world to take me down, even in the
end, i'll be making the last touchdown.

I'm a lost prophet of the hip-hop society, i'm the one making shit
go down, i'm not being impiety.
I'm so hot, fuck with me and get burned, keep goin' and soon you'll learn.

I roll so thick, got my blunts lookin' like a flare, we're high as fuck, lost in our minds,
somewhere. And my krew, we stay hate free, improbably, most deffinitaly,
impared.

When we come by, don't start shit cause, i'ma smash ya ass, flat like glass.
harrassment, lawsuite, court date, jail time, i come out and i'm still
beatin' the beat with my rhymes. my spits no crime, it's the shit you spit,
everybodys on life 9.

For all yall haters, if you can't beat em' join em'.
haters make us famous.

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Tags:

• Dr.Chronic
• music
• Rap
• hiphop
• gangster
• 2011
• r&b
• fresh