Music (feat. D-Bo)

F*ck Jay-Z! Yeah! Wait What? It's D-Bo Mothafucka, It's the Creamery Oh oh, Okay my bad...Yo pass the blunt though Go ahead a take your shot I'll rip your life apart Piece by Piece you don't want the Glock imma pop Welcome to the E.R. where I'm the Doc an you're not safe Smoking on some bomb haze coming from the East Coast Everybody knows that, I'm on fuckin beast mode At least hoes know not to test me If the cops come they'll have to arrest me cause When we pull to the scene Boy you should listen to the music Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you To a moolie who aint a pusher but a gangster still Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field Like When push come to shove imma reach above my waistline f-f-f-flinch a couple times then, send you back to wayside Pick a state, anytime, any day then watch As I californicate the matrix with a basic bitch Cougars with their faces lifted got me living lavish Check out how the pace has shifted An I'm fuckin savage on the beat I make Cheese WHAT What's a rat to a snake please can you tell me why Rapping is easy, It's about packaging a message That you can take away from the TV that gives me heebie jeebies Jeepers Creepers all I wanna do is see tits come through the speakers Eager for a motor boat, she used to sniff lines an so I roll a boat I don't toke I just pass, while I wrote a note Dear Jenny, don't f*ck with Forrest First of all you don't even know how bad the war is Eating porridge with that heroin up in your veins, ha Bombs dropping everywhere mans go insane, it's crazy but When we pull up to the scene Boy you should listen to the music Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you To a moolie who ain't a pusher but a gangster still Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field Like Dr. Tatopoulos is on the fucking scene Searching, for Godzilla Or whatever seems to be the reason That bleeding through sheets with this ink pen Is the only way that you dinks can fully understand How to manage all this mothafuckin marrachinnie Sicilian with a beanie eenie meanie miney MO Come an kick it with the BO, when it goes CH CH real slow, like molasses Sticking to your visions, like glasses Only now I'm sending post cards cause most art Can't even be interpretated by the masses but If you're still picking up what I'm putting down you'll know I'm weeding through the babies of the rap game With my Ultra sound now Lemme see your loud, does she wear a red wig Or does she got them pearls like PLOW Sticky to the touch when I spread her with my fingers OUW Just another day up in the matrix 25 years of watching all these base sick mothafucka's When we pull up to the scene Boy you should listen to the music Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you To a moolie who ain't a pusher but a gangster still Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field Like Okay so I gripped the Smith 'n' Wesson An let the shot fly Watched the body drop and the cops lie "Oh it's probably COVID" This fucking systems not your friend, you know this An everything on TV's bogus focus Herding all the sheep like a plague of lotus Oh this POTUS probably believes in hocus pocus Now notice, my Magnum Opus is the dopest on the block An since you're hopeless I'll assimilate a lot Of mothafucka's on the stage just to misbehave because When we pull up to the scene Boy you should listen to the music Every time I rhyme I'm introducing you To a moolie who ain't a pusher but a gangster still Opa, Apollo lemme peal a couple caps back for the Field