[Dom Pachino] Aiyo, my knuckles like stuble, fuck you Make your face buckle, your shit outta luck dude My hand game is Sugar Ray and Cassius, back in the days I was a bully Stood about 5 foot something, and ain't shit you can tell me My motto was, knock a nigga out, if he talking shit, punch him in his mouth If he still acting up, well then, stomp the nigga out So his lights out, yeah that's the ways of the hand, son But it's extinct, now it's the ways of the handgun It's the weight of the cannon, I need fish on my dish, man, I'm looking for salmon Get myself out the jam I'm in, shine like seeing my friend Oh shit, Dom P's the man again Action, see the lights and cameras, man We in the ring like when the pro's fight, we in the street getting our dough right I shine light like a pro post, smoking coco, P's loco I got it from my Uncle Choco, but that's aight, though
[Chorus 5X: Dom Pachino] Box with me, if you think you can handle In any weight class, kid, P is an animal
[Dom Pachino] Box with me, kid-kid, rock for me They better be a purse, I fight for freedom and money With my tea, I need honey, plus that camouflage green'll be lovely When I drink it get's ugly Shoot the fifth in the rain when it's muddy Get your shit pushed in like silly putty, for talking real funny Look in my eyes, you can't, Debo or son me Tap my jaw, I'm on point, man, plus, I'm on the money Cuz I'm on my grungy, if I'm doing shows for one g, I do a hundred In and out of state, and out the country, I knock pussy out the box That's why them bitches love me, they fucking love me
[Chorus 6X]
[Dom Pachino] Do me a favor, shoot a round with me Pound for pound, I got the best sound, around homey I'm in the best shape of my career Run laps around you dudes, you are not prepared Five hundred sit-ups, five hundred push-ups Hit the sand bag for an hour, then do some pull-ups Are you not tired of that bling-bling rap? Ding-ding Now watch your favorite rapper get cracked The fuck open, he has no susbstance, he is not potent And I am not joking, I am the bringing real rap back spokesman This is the bout of the century, I do it for my niggas In the streets and in the penetenteries that represent for me Now you can box with me, but the strength's on my side Puerto Rico, plus I got the ref on my side Stop holding, I know them ribs are hurting don't lie
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Copy to Clipboard: [Dom Pachino] Aiyo, my knuckles like stuble, fuck you Make your face buckle, your shit outta luck dude My hand game is Sugar Ray and Cassius, back in the days I was a bully Stood about 5 foot something, and ain't shit you can tell me My motto was, knock a nigga out, if he talking shit, punch him in his mouth If he still acting up, well then, stomp the nigga out So his lights out, yeah that's the ways of the hand, son But it's extinct, now it's the ways of the handgun It's the weight of the cannon, I need fish on my dish, man, I'm looking for salmon Get myself out the jam I'm in, shine like seeing my friend Oh shit, Dom P's the man again Action, see the lights and cameras, man We in the ring like when the pro's fight, we in the street getting our dough right I shine light like a pro post, smoking coco, P's loco I got it from my Uncle Choco, but that's aight, though
[Chorus 5X: Dom Pachino] Box with me, if you think you can handle In any weight class, kid, P is an animal
[Dom Pachino] Box with me, kid-kid, rock for me They better be a purse, I fight for freedom and money With my tea, I need honey, plus that camouflage green'll be lovely When I drink it get's ugly Shoot the fifth in the rain when it's muddy Get your shit pushed in like silly putty, for talking real funny Look in my eyes, you can't, Debo or son me Tap my jaw, I'm on point, man, plus, I'm on the money Cuz I'm on my grungy, if I'm doing shows for one g, I do a hundred In and out of state, and out the country, I knock pussy out the box That's why them bitches love me, they fucking love me
[Chorus 6X]
[Dom Pachino] Do me a favor, shoot a round with me Pound for pound, I got the best sound, around homey I'm in the best shape of my career Run laps around you dudes, you are not prepared Five hundred sit-ups, five hundred push-ups Hit the sand bag for an hour, then do some pull-ups Are you not tired of that bling-bling rap? Ding-ding Now watch your favorite rapper get cracked The fuck open, he has no susbstance, he is not potent And I am not joking, I am the bringing real rap back spokesman This is the bout of the century, I do it for my niggas In the streets and in the penetenteries that represent for me Now you can box with me, but the strength's on my side Puerto Rico, plus I got the ref on my side Stop holding, I know them ribs are hurting don't lie
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