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Car Horn
Common

Date Added: 2004-12-21 07:42:01

Featuring mark the 45 king

I'm the c o to the double m o to the n
You heard motherfucker? well boy i hit ya again
Official bald nigga from the city of winds
Stay doing it doing it i am doing it (repeat 2x)

What the fuck is going down? nigga you sound
Like a real bitch right now the pound
I gave you i knew i shouldn't have gave you
Before you was a hoe now you think the money made you
A slave to the rhythm indentured servant to wisdom
Clinton is the pres but i voted for shelly chisom
In a poetical prison, i'm visiting self
For hours, coward niggas get shanked for kicking
Pussy raps, radio is like co's they try to push me back
I rip cats out of they suits, give them they hoodies back
I from the hood we stack back fist
"ooh ohh ahh" is the sound of blackness
These new school cats is classless, influenced by rap shit
Front money, but hustle backwards
I break bread with broads that got they masters
And hypes the blaster, lawyers that work faster than young ghetto bastards
Became childlike with the way i style right
And act, because children naturally react
Respond, to the com as a poet i'm a last like a don
Cause i'm like that yo, a phenom without shit on my arm
You can't coherse a verse
I'm a rhyme when i want to get up and rhyme
Some say i space like john glenn because of the places i've been
I breaks about spin, been through cases of heinekin
Return to orbit off some shit that's anti-corbin in the wild style
On to gain rappers is getting tortured for tossing salads
You imbalanced, you rap about violence too much
I go on blind dates with my estates and gold dust
And at my shows a lot shows up, they think it's a hold up
So many hands go up, but with the band i cold up
Money folder, you want a fresh style let me show you

I'm the c-o to the double m o to the n
You heard, motherfucker? well boy i hit ya again
Official bald nigga from the city of winds
Stay doing it, doing it, i am doing it (repeat 2x)


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