Theodore

Lyrics

Generals on deck, what's up, son?
 (yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!)
 Salut this (library shit)
 (rock the belt, uh-huh, you know what time it is)
 They understand and support us
 (I ain't goin' out) theodore (uh-huh!)
 Eh-yo!
 Stark edition, rock christian's
 The crystalized rock got the big jury dealers on a mission
 Slick taste of lace, I done smacked new york city
 The four-fifty went poppin' when he tried to dip me
 Balled out in bingo halls, reported skiied out in jury duty
 Judge judy, big groupie bitch blew me, beigen rush cuffies
 Blast the last uzi, ship me to africa, right? I share rubies
 Due to the night up on my behalf
 I threw the shotti in the glass so I could have a double bash
 Duffle pass, couples, teamed with the knuckle clash, fast
 Rain, hail, snow, sleet, still bust that ass
 Uppercut, bad, you in the grass slumped out and ya faggot-ass man hauled ass
 Slammed body in the g-y-m, g-y-n'
 Love doctor in the hood, fucked bitches, all their friends
 So, yo...
 Party people, you're the reason we're here
 'cause we love the game and our music is projects
 So, so, yo, hello! makin' sure y'all still there
 On stage here tonight be the almighty theodore click
 Yeah! yeah... yo!
 I'm a little dude but I hold guns the size of europe
 Y'all niggas is sweet like pancakes with extra syrup
 Whatever y'all put up, I double that
 Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
 Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you funny guys
 I'm quick to yolk you up like eggs that's cooked sunny-side
 Catch me at the honey hive, runnin' the strip
 Gun on the hip, posted for hours, slingin' dope and power
 Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow
 Got remote control cars and they're not made by tyco
 This the theodore, drunk off smirnoff
 Bit ya ear off, therefore, the drama is what I'm here for
 From the block to the stage
 I represent for those, locked in the cage
 'til I'm dropped in the graves, every line I spit, is like a, shot from the gauge
 Move accordingly, even when I'm actin' disorderly
 Who you wit?
 See? see? yo!
 I'm a don, dead form, look upon ezekials
 To the generals in my click, there'll be no sequels
 Them hot ones'll crease, the vultures'll feast you
 The loved ones will shiest you, gorillas will beast you
 Just served fiends walkin' up the block yawnin'
 Late night game, damn, forgot I got a warrant
 Got in, laid down, then start snorin'
 P-o kickin' ya door in, 4 in the mornin'
 You blockin' my lane-lane like john stockton
 With the uttermost disrespect just like, bernard hopkins
 Simply, it's pc within the
 See we could be peoples later, in business, money comes first (first)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:09
Key
10
Tempo
100 BPM

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