DJ Skribble - You Can't Stop The Pras lyrics

[Prakazrel "Pras"] - One Verse Is this f**in' mic on or what? Yeah... In a daze, I walk for miles like Isaac Hayes Run relays where your team gets delayed She keep a magnum by the ashtray When Pras come to visit with John Forte' ! Dining out, in a five star cuisine Stretch, double R invisible limousine Riding down your block never to be seen The supreme dream team is a money machine You a fiend, I'm a king Watch me, do my thing Money like DeNiro The squad's sub-zero You chicken parmesan hero eatin' while I'm winning I've been living, my team's stealing, you're still wishing Still b**hing, still fishing, still snitching! Penny pinching, having meetings in your kitchen Send my man shotty, clips to your body Jewels from Liberace, partin like Dolly (Parton) HA-AH! AH-HA! AH-HA! AH-HA! Yo, Yo, Check it! I dedicate this piece to my peeps who roam the streets God bless their soul, may they each rest in peace There's those who finance and those who choose to lease Whatever suits you, whether on a term of your lease Different strokes for different folks, GOD! I refuse to going back to being broke, LORD! He got struck with lightning he got hit, HARD! Faces twenty like two maximum His whole life was scarred! The Preacher's Son and I, came off the Santa Maria Ten case amount of, then caught the diarrhea Whole load of Refugees on the aircraft carrier Some say Dirty Cash? We never heard of ya You never heard of me? Yeah, well check your Billboard, yeah, you'll see! From the heart of Kingston, to the streets of Brooklyn-Marcy All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh! Illegal aliens, them all run invasions Broadcasting all over your radio stations Mathematics, lead me to believe There's mysteries in numbers Lightning and thunder Enough, ribbons in the sky To make Stevie Wonder And man it works, to say I come from down under The wiz kid got no ride You frontin' at the bar You ain't a star You rolled up in somebody else's car You know the deal! BMW, Black Man Walking, came home your Timberland was talkin'! [Pras - Outro] What?! Ha Ha! Ha Ha Ha!! Yo, Skribble man this is some bugged out freestyle! For the Nine-Seven! This is Dirty Cash, Pras, and I'm out! Yo, man thanks for lettin' me be on here yo, you know what I'm sayin'? Pick up The Car---! Pick up The---! Pick up The---! Pick up The---! Pick up The Carnival y'all! Pick up The Carnival!