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Yo I just want to know if uh You ever had a dream that you were p*ssin’? Woke up and uh, you were p*ssin’ Hey, uh, let’s get a brand new bag for our own Who are we Undisputed champs I’m JazMak Watch JazMak, the L.A. hip hop, Phantom Menace Rip your crew to finish The records I blemish The one and only young brother with nothin’ to prove Except for myself, that’s why I’m makin’ some moves Don’t be a fool little dude, rap is worth its while Keep your lyrics tight and make your listeners smile But the real test, to keep the crowd imprеssed We got the lyrics to go, likе A Tribe Called Quest And keep your mind on the up and up, you’ll go real far Don’t worry about my crew, we know exactly who we are We are the undisputed champs, so f**k what your squad say Kickin’ dope sh*t for your Moms and your Padre Whether Jaz or Andre, you’ll remember the name My words will live forever ‘cause you know I got fame Pu**y a** whack n***as going out like blame One trip through the Heights, you will never be the same And in this game We’re not uplifting the kids, we’re just out liftin' the fizz And then we handle our bizz, until the next time I’ma let ya speak, f**k where you come from That’s where I take my leave F**k where you come from, that’s where I take my leave (JazMak) F**k where you come from, that’s where I take my leave (JazMak) (F**k) where you come from, that’s where I take my leave (JazMak) F**k where you come from, that’s where I take my leave (JazMak) I smash in the medium marker, crash in the darker Bring forth the lighter, light up the beedie Inhale, stale Writers prevail in 1999 So I collaborate with the greatest of all times Write all rhymes true, to what I know I stick to Who, said it was all glitz I exhale This sh*t is stale Old beedies are like new hip hop So when I stop to think I cop a drink and then drop myself on a porch Picked up the torch, young Olympic runner under fire Like a tail gun, enough heat to compete with summer So don’t sweat it, crews dread it like Ya mon (Double K) And j*rk chicken sicken when they see us start sprintin’ Recallin’ model Theos ideas Wishin’ god would save em, heal the wounds I gave ‘em Finish ‘em off soft, bless then raise ‘em To heaven, but that left eleven like Man I shoulda seen it comin’ My battle uniform decorated like The drum and residents evidently numb pressure Check my tracks on record and when it’s crunch time C. Portugal’s right beneath the line Makin’ hits, rewindin’ sh*t to show L.A. how I did it Like MBNA give credit when I come wit’ it My applicate raise your interest rate, way past great Our late night mixtapes and shows Not beats and flows, just good ol’ L.A. music for bros and hoes Just good ol’ L.A. music for bros and hoes (JazMak) (Yo word; Check it) [Double K] Just good ol’ L.A. music for bros and hoes (JazMak) (It’s like that the P) [Double K] Just good ol’ L.A. music for bros and hoes (JazMak) (You know what happened to the good old days?) [Double K] Just good ol’ L.A. music for bros and hoes (JazMak) (1992) [Double K] Yo, I sway back and forth like a Reggae song division I see through like dunce crews When you walkin’ talkin’ scary, get the f**k out of Dodge I’m on a mission that ain’t complete, it won’t be for a minute And your party ain’t startin’, until the P run up in it With a case and a crate of some of that old school To make the OG’s on the wall, get up and act a fool I’m the rappin’ dappin’ snappin’ at the f**kin' moment And everybody disagreein’, it’s duck season Tuck your chest in and be safe Otherwise I erase, your whole existence from this hip hop business Yo, I’m only in this to start sh*t and drink beer Get some ducketts in my pocket, grab the microphone and rock it Like Herbie and A Tre or N-A-S-A The word [?] always hittin’ straight out of L.A 224 to be exact (where that at?) The West side of where you at, we lay low in the back Like your family dog (how’s that?) We just kickin’ it Laughin’ at you sucka n***as soundin’ ridiculous JazMak, Thes One, and the K got yo’ attention Cookin’ up exotic sh*t n***a Stay up out the… And you know Now Continue leaning forward until the top of the head Is resting on the floor This is done by raising the back Let the hands rest where they were Inhale, and exhale slowly And hold as long as it is comfortable Inhale, Exhale Inhale, Exhale Inhale, Exhale Inhale, Exhale
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