Sunday, October 10, 2010

CRS - Don't Stop

[1st verse: Pharrell]

Explain yourself, how you sound like me?
The muthafucker Skateboard P
Knowing that you're me low
Playing games like cee-lo
In a tight situation like Speedo’s
You can have it your way like Carlito
My ni**as will be happy to give y'all torpedos
And have your car twisted like a blunt
For you faggot ass ni**as that like to front
I’m on some BBC Bape shit - I'm on some cake shit
In the kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron
You hating and you want to erase it
Close your eyes when you know you can’t take it
My flow interrupts your homeostasis
I Rolls Royce it on a regular basis
You talk street shit that sound like sweet shit
Straight liquorish, you ni**as sound ticklish
80k large for the Hermes dream
Coke n crop in all your magazines
Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine
Dion, me and my ni**as like freeyon
You bitches on my peacon
She got an ass you can eat on
Try to play tough like the leather on a Vuitton
I hit it 'til I could seat on
Try to get her freak on
Ask me to R. Kelly her and get pee’d on
I said it ain't me ma'am
That 8 behind me still got the burner
Yes the Enzo is stilll black like Sojourner
Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth
Spittin’ what I did in the booth
I’m out, pooof!

[2nd Verse: Lupe Fiasco]

Carrera, raised in a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle era
Water bearer and tell the truth I dare ya - ya lie
So eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers
For terror made in America - too live
Fuck the property or give me my props properly
High off life this high technology - Devry
I rep Muhammad Ali more like rapology
My policy’s not to be dishonestly - deprived
So gimme that, gimme that keep going
Where my city at, I’m like steak and fries but never die
They wanna ghostface wannabe me but they will posthaste
Follow me into the after life
That means you going right after I’ve
But I’m the hero sorta like Jack Sparrow
So some way some how I have survived
Ha ha surprised
Who is he that we see coming over the tides
In a speed boat, boat load of pride
Fall of Rome dress shirted and Mastermind tie
He what happens when rapping and avantgarde fashion collide
So O-M-G it's the “C” from the CRS L-O-L’ing at you haters
Tell your BFF’s like

[3rd verse: Kanye West]

Yes, Mr. West turn that new child rebel
Loud as a badass child level
Who need a chorus we do it tyrannosaurus
Tyrone it’s been a year with no phone
Could you explain how high is your zone
We’ll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine
There’s hoes in magazines you lain sayin you lame
And for the hating advance pull down your pants
Make ‘em kiss both cheeks like we living in France
Diamonds blue, his business manager’s Jewish
And if I get sued my lawyers Jews
Some girls do, grab the cohonas
Say you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra Leone us
Brand new Ferrari’s I gotta make the donuts
CRS is like a Hip Hop Christmas bonus
Ni**as is hating on the internet, I couldn’t tell
I was too busy rapping, GOOD as hell
I was too busy flying, parasail!
Tell Collette to get the new shit that Paris sell
Tarantino, Da Vinci, gettin’ Benji’s, get half off of Fendi
Half of that’s to Cindy’s
Hoped out the spaceship put my Mork in Mindy
Popped too many corks to let you dorks offend me
Props in New York but Chi-Town’s my city
Get my citys hoochie’s Gucci, Monica Bellucci’s
Are those the real millionaires, or the bendi’s
I'm so ultra I’m even over Oprah
But let me check your account, haha no sir