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Broulette
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Atmosphere
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#Verse I know this girl named Broulette-lette-lette The coolest woman I ever met, met, met I never tried to hook it up, up, up But I used to fantasize about the guts, f**k, bust nuts, rush Grab the gold and carry it in your mouth Yo, I'ma try to hold the microphone and turn the party out If it's the type of crowd that doesn't like to shout, f**k it I'll give 'em somethin' to chew on, somethin' to talk about (no doubt) Snap, crackle, pop rock, I never had a sawed-off Don't ever wanna blow up 'cuz I nevеr wanna fall off But Jason, to that vacant lot next to your weed spot Sits a head shop benеath the tree watchin' peace talks So let me catch a round of applause So maybe even I can talk somebody out of they drawers Come on baby, give it up (ladies and gentlemen) Give it up baby, I can tell- (I'll ask that you give a nice warm Minnesota welcome) (To MC, on stage, to MC, on stage) You follow me, you follow me 'Cuz if we can't do it together, we'll do it apart Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start But that's a given, now within the distance of your vision Measure your persistence, how are you livin' Yo, yo, I'll smack the wack that's selling crack While I'm laying down my mack (I'm tryin' to tell you, my mans) And catch a lift, I got that gift And on the DL, probably sniff I get sick on the trick, I'm talkin' sh*t Burn grip on my d**k I got a trunk that pushes funk I'm in the back rollin' a blunt like what (Like what, like what dog, what) I make moves and get loose Wearin' a camouflage Goose, that's juice Yes, yes, I never stress, make a mess On the mic sippin' a Becks, wearin' a vest 'Cuz, well, you know, it's that rhyme sayer With the razor truck jewelry Chuck Taylors (Ha, ha, ha) Tall, sharp, and handgun Paid a ransom for these pants, dun So step off kid, you're playing me too close 'Cuz if we can't do it together, we'll do it apart Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start But that's a given, now within the distance of your vision Measure your persistence, how are you livin' Yo, yo, I killed all the thoughts about killin' all the cops No longer get as p*ssed off when I have to pull my d**k off I just want a mic and crowd And if that's askin' for too much, fine Let me just have that mic, I'll be alright (Yo, I'll be alright) Stuck between a rock and a ska With an option to bah, and I got lost In a lie, toss them fakes out the door I ain't your w****, I make music Can you dig it? Cool, then I'ma make some more Yes, yes, ya'll, you're now rockin' with the best Of this missile, in route to the basement While Ant drives the vessel All apologies to those insulted By the repulsive vultures that fly loose When I'm seduced by the impulses I guess that's my defense, make an effect Protect the rep from all forms of public inflictions But listen, I love the diction, so f**k your friction It takes focus off what's the mission (Yo, tell 'em what's the mission) To be the man on the mic To be the man on the molly To be the man that made you push rewind To be that motherf**ker over there on that mind You know what that means That means that I can show what I need you to see See, see, see
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