Текст песни Steaks And Shrimp

Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

Come on clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

I said clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

Uh huh and you don't stop

Uh huh and you don't stop

Uh huh and you don't stop

Uh huh and you don't stop

We in this Great Lakes state

Eatin steaks 'n shrimp

It's kinda hard to miss the crew

Because we all got limps

We come equipped with new kicks and stetsons

The super saggy rags and the white trash connection

No flexin, huh, know what I mean

You can feel us fool, we don't need to be seen

It's all about the green, not the drugs we be takin

That shits free with an LP in circulation

And we be wastin time

Got them all state, all county, all hood rhymes

It's all good times, thank the lord

For dumb fuckin people and credit card fraud

We're tearin up your lawn, we got herds of Lincolns

Step into your crib and have your whole house stinkin

Don't blink and don't think we're soft

Hide your money and your gold and don't express your thoughts

We get mad props, wreck all shops

Puttin stops on crews

They get confused and lose, that's what we do

Styles stem from pioneers

Leavin suckers in awe

And you get jawed for lookin queer

Can you hear me or am I talkin to the wall

That's Top Dog callin out each and every one of y'all

You get balls, you come and talk that shit

But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin to fuck with

And don't say we didn't warn ya

I got this Detroit thang with more love that California

Drunk DJ smokin coiniac dips

Call me the sidekick, thug boy, kid with the limp

I rip through rhymes like a bullet in the breeze

And I float through tracks like a shark in the sea

A wee bit shy, but I comply by me

And I'm a mean mother fucker when I have to be

Got young g's with sleeves and thieves on hold

Strategically placed in case somebody feels bold

I told...you ho's you can't fuck with these cause

I make more papers then trees

See we believe in brotherhood forever is criteria

You fuckin with Top Dog

Your fuckin with family

No I ain't feelin ya, got all that I can do to hear

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You see me in my Lincoln

I'm in the clubs drinkin

Who you gonna check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin

You can check me, but that shit don't slide

You can get your life took tryin to take my pride

You ride with who, man that shit ain't big

I roll with dogs that'll rock your wig

And got gigs all money

Detroit to Portland

Cellular receivers and beepers is what were sportin

Your nothin of importance, I don't sweat you

Yeah the drinks on me, but the jokes on you

I'm all about the everyday nothin at all

See I'm not doin very much, I'm just havin a ball

I'm in bed by four, I'm up by noon

I might sit around, I might write me a tune

I might go fishi' and again I might not

I might get me a fourty or pour me some scotch

The watch on my wrist, that don't even exist

A lot of pissed people from appointments that I've missed

I dissed everybody and their mom for spite

Cause everybody's barkin, but nobody ever bites

Your talkin loud, sayin nothin

Get you dad, get your cousin

Go and get your boy cause he's as big as a house

Now take your pussy ass click and get the fuck out

I'm the estranged, deranged, I got domains like states

I live in plush hotels with them hourly rates

I do big plates eight times a day

The crew be livin large at the seafood bay

Got a way with the world and now I'm lookin' to scramble

Ain't about to ass out on a no good gamble

Could handle anything, but I ain't down for broke

So before somebody slides, somebody's getting choked

I'm a no good freak, tweak skin like rashes

I lose a little love with everyday that passes

Ain't a masotistic, rock statistics, vocabulary

I'm a very shy simplistic

And get this, some people say I changed

I'm the same mother fucker with the same old name

A little extra game and extra cash could see

You could fuck me, but don't put it past me

You wanna bash me and got no reason

I can lay up in the Caymans for four straight seasons

I ain't a punk, I refuse to be

I live for what is, not what used to be

Your all up in the past, that's ass

Hear what I say

I'm all about today and I'm a die that way

Bitch

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