party up, party up, paarrty up, bada bah bah bah now im so high and im so fly, my gears on deck my beard ain't grody yet im so on point im so on ya this is how we do it here in phillifornia et's go back go back the one yall love to flow back i got five fingers and it aint no riddle why the only one showing is the one in the middle... hey diddle diddle the cat and the dark are fightin' over kibble in the back yard, i drink yak hard, yall act hard now i gotta cut ya up like a Mac card, everybodies packin' and scrapin on all nobody wants to scrapin an all... im old school with it, no tool wit head up till we fed up that's hard (chorous) that's smooth sailin i got the ladies sayin hell i even got my mam sayin east coast sayin my big bro sayin
you know you got me movin' you know you feel my grovin i show my g and fluid and all i do is spit fluid im rollin' dep' and smashin i growin' up real fast and all i know is flow and rappin. they call me young roscoe the philli fanatic silly spiratic dippin in traffic grippin the matic' sharp as a guillotine still a teen the california sun just beamin as i lean pull out the cigarettes feen if a nicoteen straight off the philly screen made for the philly scene and a beam with my foot on the gasoline tell me im aint the fliyest mc youve seen and it's all smooth sailin' (chorous) i got he homies singing, hell i even got my papa singing i got the world singing i got your gurl singing
why hey high blaze step to us you get ----- ----- i got 4 homies and aint none of them civil let's go dizzle make the microphone sizzle so many woman aphter the mac imma just pick one, smash in my mommas lac' acurrate maculate cake smasher deaf jeff lemme borrow the keys to break masters young and im buckwild labeled as a love child runnin em up while layin' hella cuts down i get the club shut down with this thug style i puff clouds and touch crowds what now? sick wine strick nine runnin through my blood line pedal to the medal will one time behind my heads spinnin like a windmeal rollin down the 101 bout to get bugs on my windshield (chorous) smooth sailin i got the people singing, hell i even got my sister singin east coast singing big bro singin **song exits with melody**
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Copy to Clipboard: party up, party up, paarrty up, bada bah bah bah now im so high and im so fly, my gears on deck my beard ain't grody yet im so on point im so on ya this is how we do it here in phillifornia et's go back go back the one yall love to flow back i got five fingers and it aint no riddle why the only one showing is the one in the middle... hey diddle diddle the cat and the dark are fightin' over kibble in the back yard, i drink yak hard, yall act hard now i gotta cut ya up like a Mac card, everybodies packin' and scrapin on all nobody wants to scrapin an all... im old school with it, no tool wit head up till we fed up that's hard (chorous) that's smooth sailin i got the ladies sayin hell i even got my mam sayin east coast sayin my big bro sayin
you know you got me movin' you know you feel my grovin i show my g and fluid and all i do is spit fluid im rollin' dep' and smashin i growin' up real fast and all i know is flow and rappin. they call me young roscoe the philli fanatic silly spiratic dippin in traffic grippin the matic' sharp as a guillotine still a teen the california sun just beamin as i lean pull out the cigarettes feen if a nicoteen straight off the philly screen made for the philly scene and a beam with my foot on the gasoline tell me im aint the fliyest mc youve seen and it's all smooth sailin' (chorous) i got he homies singing, hell i even got my papa singing i got the world singing i got your gurl singing
why hey high blaze step to us you get ----- ----- i got 4 homies and aint none of them civil let's go dizzle make the microphone sizzle so many woman aphter the mac imma just pick one, smash in my mommas lac' acurrate maculate cake smasher deaf jeff lemme borrow the keys to break masters young and im buckwild labeled as a love child runnin em up while layin' hella cuts down i get the club shut down with this thug style i puff clouds and touch crowds what now? sick wine strick nine runnin through my blood line pedal to the medal will one time behind my heads spinnin like a windmeal rollin down the 101 bout to get bugs on my windshield (chorous) smooth sailin i got the people singing, hell i even got my sister singin east coast singing big bro singin **song exits with melody**
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