Tony R Mugshot - 808 lyrics

We ain't wannabe b-ball stars this is rap music When Cla** makes a sick beat, we call it a cla**ic A slew of bills fill my mailbox on the month So what you betting, I like my odds in the seventh One reason I was workin so hard, on my music I'm tryin' to pull a G times three on every fifteenth And kids came up with this thing called jerkin So getcha feet into the heat start lurkin Y'all chickens on shattered dreams, and broken promises I'm a Sun of Man, Maccabee brand, so pay homage In other words, if your rap ain't workin My flows automatic, I'm a monster I'm a savage You know what I'm sayin', cheatin' with the n***a As I hit you with a boom from the trigga I probably don't, but I bet I might remember your brain Me and shorty, we enact the Blue Lagoon again Smoke the cigar, you better be large, n***a What drives their deadly obsession. And meet the men I see the eyes, you definitely a lost man And the Oklahoma BOMBINGS, we all got something in common You were switching the hips and perking them lips I feel like slicing an axe and Catastra fingertips And poppa's gone, yet he left behind the semen Tryin to scratch my rips tryin to match my chips Cause when I do what I do I breaks the bank Cause my breath always stank every time I take a drank The name is Uhuru, please stop calling me Horus And stay away from girls, who playin roles like an actress Came in the bank with a tank, fired a blank The name is Uhuru, please stop calling me Horus Can't hang with us gorillas, you just an orangutan 'Til a n***a salary change to lateral gain Then my lust of words start giving life new meaning To let our hearts convey what we're feeling? Pull it out and stick it in again Crack is what we selling, snitch n***as be telling Stretched cruise control I slam the doors on a Rover I don't know anything else, but taking over Never mind the criticize because me crew be LA They wanna see me talkin bout thug law My Last Supper is at the Pa**over What your future's got in store Deviling this Babylon with strength and dedication Before we make love let's have a good conversation Can't think with a bullet in your f'n brain Isn't it a shame that blacks feel the pain Or go to Mickey D's and ask for an application Might yell up at the bar, cause it ain't a train