Say So Freestyle Lyrics - Yotd (year Of The Dragon) - Gilbere Forte

I'll be that smelly mother fucker, dripped in town [?] 

[?] clocks to wake a nigger form a snore 

[?] laced up, Alexander McQueen [?] 

Wash and let [?] from over seas 

At the spa serving alligators swimming from New Orleans 

[?] Peregrino polish like a casino 

[?] I'm feeling like [?] 

The colour green can bring a nigger to his dreams 

[?] that should never be seen 

Analyse the money but never making the cream 

Living on life trying to find out where I'll be. 

[?] my memories for [?] 

I ain't never winning [?] you see pork on my sandwich? 

The only way out of life is all the time that you vanish 

Death usually come with a smell, why would you panic? Yeah! 

Don't ever bite the hand that feeds you, nigger 

[?] check the sleeves on a nigger 

That type of fam that don't see pictures 

I never chase pussy, I just keep 'em on the middle. 

The greatest gift is not knowing what God would get you 

The cost eleven is only a bigger issue 

I can't believe you niggers! 

Dressing like each other like fuck you're third cous 

Straight discussing like a side way robber 

Someone's cope rappers really be undercover. 

From the suburbs living fairy-tales like niggers in the cup-burbs 

Real niggers supporting the local dealers 

Sweet tooth, ice tea, all type top killers 

Rapping for my niggers [?] I know they feel it 

Fly city am I blunt, for me to ever spill it? Yeah! 

Survivor of the realest, the realest! 

[?] my daddy told me fuck that Benz, fuck a [?] 

We only ride the best, so what you ride you better kill it 

And tell that nigger stay upon forty on my skelet 

You got the juice now! [?] for my town! 

When the time comes I'm canning a goose down! 

I'm in the studio getting blunt 

Getting high of my black soul every song 

Feeling pops spirit and my lyrics riding home 

Seat back, back seat, [?] pillows on. 

Crank into a Rufus riding for the fuck of it 

[?] while she suck a dick. 

Best to give it here while she [?] 

A mountain high looking down from the [?] slope 

Sand in my toes, sleep walking on the [?] 

My competition is never scary I fought smoke. 

If you don't fucking go, I'm a jack you 

I'm tired to burn for you niggers, forgot how much my sack holds. 

Get of my dick!