Nedan Cocktail (feat. KingPour & Kingofallbugs)

Welcome to hip-hop culture, where DJing, and mcing, graffiti art are expressed every day within The inner cities of America and the world You are not doing hip-hop, you are hip-hop I love this beat Yeah, she says she loves this beat. Well, she's gonna love it even more when she finds out it's made by me and Jesse steppin' up in my crew, flowin' rap so hard like he knows kung fu. Hit a one-punch on this Bitch, when he sneezes, go ah-choo, and then I stop him up with my cleats. Hop up in the car and get up In the driver's seat and do a drift race, draggin' up and down the street This is a test. Welcome to hip-hop culture. Graffiti art. You are not doing hip-hop, you are hip-hop You are hip-hop. You are hip-hop. Graffiti art. You are hip-hop. You are not doing hip-hop, you are hip-hop Yeah, it's better immediately when I'm steppin' in. Me and Baker already ownin' it while we rappin' in So much shit is always fuckin' happenin'. Feel like I'm fillin' a blender with bad habits You should see what I'm consumin' on a daily basis. Sometimes I'm feelin' so loopy and I hate it Me and Baker got a call right when we came out the mall, and then he went to the alleyway and Bought us an 8-ball. We got so lit, the comedown felt like a thousand-foot fall. Man, this place Feel like the land of the greed. Everybody should be gettin' everything that they need. Always did A lot, never saw results that I wanted. Tryna set a plot, wanna get it all started. You know it is Hard, and this place ain't really fair. So I listen to the snare drums and write words on the paper Throw some lyrics, bump it, and I put it all together. Then I listen to the music and it Makes me feel better. Tryin' not to think about the shit I was shown. Always tryna thug it out Time took its toll Thugged it out for too long, now I feel like all of my feelings are gone When I take a rip off that weed that's packed in the bong. And I gotta take like five rips to Myself until I feel gone. Just another fuckin' 80's song. Then I roll like a ten-foot blunt And then I smoke it till it's gone. Straight to the roach tip, breakin' off of the gong Like a fuckin' Chinese person whose name is fuckin' Wong. Baker cookin' on that shit You got, you got, you got drive-bys goin' down everywhere. And if you don't duck down You better be scared. But there's nothing even fuckin' compared to my beat. With these Majestical ass lyrics helpin' me to come in heat. And then I'll kick your ass to the street Blastin' shots, and shots I'll have you rollin' in pints of blood. Then take them off Whites off, and throw them bitches in the mud. And if you get lost, I'll blow your snotbox off Bitch. Roll a spliff with ganja, sprinkle on some graba, hit him with the boom-bip The way he always assume shit. Think you gangsta, you a Looney Tunes crip, boy. Yeah You got this little white boy always yappin'. He's always ridin' on my dick 24-7. You might Have heard of his name, which is pretty gay. Got three words in one, let me hear you say King of all bugs. King of all bugs. King of all bugs. King of all bugs. King of all bugs. King of All bugs. Yeah, I know the name is fuckin' pretty lame. but try havin' him next to you every single Day. Then you probably buy a gun and blow out your fuckin' brains. graffiti art are expressed Every day within the inner cities of america and the world The year would end with New Orleans recording 162 murders, despite having a population of Less than 250,000. It made the big easy the country's murder capital