1. |
Intro
00:48
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2. |
One
02:42
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DayO
now this is a story all about how he
sprouted out the valley, southside of cali
now he chillin up in sac town maxin
relaxin all cool n all, rappin all fluent yall
its hip-hop. and if not,
then my confidence as yall as an audience is adios
probly most wont listen properly
occie gon n sock me if you copy me
right up in me writing arm. n say:
"i got you, you a liar. what you write is wrong."
n i be like "but dont deny, its still a firearm!"
but the prob see...
oc dont really dick jock hip-hop
see, she rock with rock.
so the topics dropped, she may not get
but this aint about oc, this is my shit
this what i pick to dropkick
i sit thinkin 'when i drop this, ima be
singin to my own shit, n leavin yall alone.
get my name to get the peoples
bells ringin like a phone.
make it linger like i had a damn
leak in my cologne.
i heat the microphone like the
pizza night before,
i was eatin, now its cold.
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out of all the people im coo wit
i count my real niggas,
couldnt make me a full fist
its foolish to think the people i went to school wit
would still be ridin wit me even after the dude dipped
to you this. if you thinkin that you pissed
quit frontin nigga you no that you dont give two shits
the shoes fit you, then wont you go with your new skips
n find yo ass some rock n proceed to kick
and too this. for you niggas choosin to skim
over the niggas rhymes like you dont see 2 M
third letters.
deserve cheddar, cuz our words better
wheather or not we get it from this shit
we defered never.
cant stand you muhfuckas yall aint nothin but fakes
ol dandruff ass niggas yall aint nothin but flakes
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3. |
Accordian
02:29
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'09, March 17th
green's on my mind for obvious reasons
you prolly gon see him at t.r. drinkin
a 40 ounce bottle wit the green tint
otiis in the guestroom stinkin
lemme go see him, let the weed sink in
let my buzz peak n
i aint goin to sleep till way past the p.m.'s
this is juat a weekday, imagine on the weekend
got some courage from cold liquor
see a bad chick n i go get her
i aint stressin it if i dont get her
will it ever bring me down? never.
i dont sweat her like cold weather with no sweater
theres plenty birds out with more feathers
you think ya shits good, im so better
yo shit trash like faux letters
my shit crack like old leather
n you agreein if you know better
the response you gon get to
"im fellin yo shit is"
'WELL WHY YOU AINT EXPOSIN
TO THE FOLKS WHO DONT KNOW IT?'
...
shit dont make no sense i dont get
why garbage is preferred over dopeness
im fast quick to skip radio hits
turn the shit on n then i turn it off so pissed
thinkin how that wack ass nigga get notced,
when im sittin here spittin like i got no lips.
its like im volunteering wit no tips
how im sposed to gamble wit no chips?
how i get a handle wit no grip?
im tryna burn a candle wit no wic.
wont work.
no shit, nigga youve known this
you just noticed it cuz i just micropned it?
same way i showed it, you should expose him
to the folks who dont know him
said it before, n ima say it one mo gin
fuck it cuz yall just gon ignore him.
tryna play the game wit no team n get no wins
n dont be ashamed when i say i no friends
cuz dayo believes over time, hes gained more kin
a tight knit circle n inside yall enclosed in
i roll wit em till its no tires, just 4 rims
n those then keep rollin till it aint no rim
the motion keeps goin till road end
cuz dayo goes all out when he goes in
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4. |
Blung Blung
01:23
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uhp shucks!
dayo bout to upchuck!
someone get a bucket or somethin to clean the yuck up.
better tellem that dayo tear the carpet up
know he got gigs, might as well be a carpenter
i get it poppin, sike. exact oppisite.
i be signin into live, chillin, talkin on a mic
forget hittin up the club to get drunk, he'd
rather sit at home n jus chill wit his monkey
the blunts he puff, skunk stink
must be the reason, main link to why son speak funk
when i unleash substance, my tongue reeks
still aint on no club shit, even on a club beat
DILLA got this drum beat kickin like chun-li
you wouldnt wanna see him in a 1v1 b
nowadayz, most rappers needa practice tongue-cheek
"Dont Say Nothin", Tipping Point, nigga num. 3
crap is all lame, all these rappers sound the same
errbody want dollars, dont nobody want change
i refrain...
in the club, talkin how they makin it rain
im in the streets, cleanin sewers tryna hasten the drain
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5. |
Gassin
01:19
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full tank, i put my right foot down.
dont get it? hop in a whip son, n look down
im gassin, the msses wont grasp it
fuck it yo my engine is spazzin
if you tidin with me then fasten yo ass in
aint gon be no flashin blue n reds catchin a nigga not strapped in
specially cuz we passin that honey dip action
know it smell like it cuz that shit long lastin
back when a nigga didnt burn like travis
n had no idea that a drive n a passion for rappin
was trapped in his cabin
all i did was practice basket-ball
damn runnin was the wackest
pops got the maddest
28/32's nigga couldnt hack it
even with a hatchet
woulda flipped a fat bitch
yea i woulda fast quit
but me doin that, ida surely got my ass kicked
might sound drastic or tragic, but now this young man seem to manage
lesson learned: aint no turnin back once the paths picked
makings of a savage
gotta see it threw, like a past pitch
or glass with some glasses, im fast as molasses
isnt fast, dammit i just crashed this sentence
but i aint trippin cuz, these here sentences is cars
n i got a whole lot more parked in my garage
but its more like a factory,
im more tight then half of these
more hype than actually
are nice rappers hes alright
halfs the beat, scratch it n imagine how trash itd be
acapella travest spot it fellas!
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6. |
Chopsticks
02:03
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Hook:
this is what we call smooth
us tall two niggas what you call cool
we'll applaud you if your bars are true
and if they fraud then we finna disregard you
(2x)
Jewelz
just wakin up its a beautiful day
moms packed me a bag lunch im on my way
filled with milk n bananas man at least one
oreo cookie granola capri sun
jumped on the 57 transfer to the 51
happy that my homework will be at least done
by the time i get there i coulda finished last night
but im tryna save it today like its the last bite
reminiscein on a mission tryna get my past right
just a kid no flippin pidgeons just to get my cash right
feelin like the man of the hour
feelin like the day just wont go sour
theres nothin like feelin like a kid again
i wish i could go back fuck a metaphor n synonym
if i didnt wish upon it then i wouldnt be penin then
all these things that made me a gentleman
DayO
and i feel the same way son
wishin lifes a game tryna take it back to stage one
back to the genesis beginning when a nigga would be sittin in
front of thattv had my older brother witnessing
i used to sit up in the house all day
playin videogames in the house always
stayin away from the bad influence
cuz a coule of my niggas from it have been ruined
so d glad he had a d pad
to distract his ass from the bad deeds past
since 4 the boy had a joystick to toy wit
and i still do grown man on some boy shit
Hook
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7. |
Brainstorming
02:40
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DayO
brainstormin here it is i feel a couple thangs formin
im workin while yall gon keep snorin
couple eyes open but they asses still yawning
but dayo bout to wake they ass up with this performance
and if not, dayo gon love his shit regardless
honesty is promised
my mission as an artist is to my rendition of what art is
n mix it with y favorite music genre
n also pay some homage to the artist
that doin it the hardest
n those who doin garbage
the shoot n missin targets
the proof is in the cosby
if im losing you im sorry
nod ya kufi if you copy
my lines always straight im doin it like harvey
my lines never fake no perm in it no sharpie
never catch me stressin while im restin
my problems is lessons they aint shit
im facing em chestin, up divein at em first head in
my head on a good set of shoulders son right on
my mind on what next to write on
dont matter long as i right on
then never will i write wrong
damn this make a nice song
im like mike when the mics on
tight type mic python
word to patrick i firmly grasp it
the kid damage the paper till the stacks famished
how an amateur damn near makin a classic
mad sick how he practice this shit is madness
how manage to grasp attention spans better when he script fantastic
spongebob when he ripped his pants shit
just tryna kick it with sandy
then larry wanna come around chest all flexin
she step in his direction now he fellin all neglected n a bit disrespected.
Jewelz! type your verse bruh.
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8. |
Applejuice[interlude]
00:18
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9. |
Listen Girly
01:54
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10. |
KonGo
03:10
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11. |
Donuts
01:30
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12. |
No Holding Back
01:14
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13. |
Famous
02:12
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14. |
Theme Music
01:29
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15. |
Elevator
03:29
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16. |
Fraah[interlude]
00:26
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17. |
Take Your Breath Away
02:31
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18. |
Favorite
03:04
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