E.t. Lyrics - Kano

I put on for my city like Jeezy 

If you ain't from here, go home, E.T 

Certain man don't rep the city right 

Leave the boy alone I'm just living life 

So you can tell Westwood, bomb it 

MistaJam wheel it 

Target gunshot it up like sniper 

Make the whole crowd flash lighter 

And niggas going spaz again 

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I tell them 

Pussy I'm the realist 

Three-stripe Adidas 

Don't make me take it old skool on some RUN DMC shit 

Pum pum, yeah nigga beat it 

So wet make nigga a sea sick 

Champion never been defeated 

Money ain't a thang 

Jay Z can appreciate 

I put on for my city like Jeezy 

If you ain't from here, go home, E.T 

Certain man don't rep the city right 

Leave the boy alone I'm just living life 

So you can tell Westwood, bomb it 

MistaJam wheel it 

Target gunshot it up like sniper 

Make the whole crowd flash lighter 

And niggas going spaz again 

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Everybody's like take em back to 95 

Fuck that take em back to 99 

1 year prior till I rhymed the mic 

Original but everyone Wiley-fied 

And I was on the hypest hype 

Tempa T... ARMS 

Beats... BOMBS 

Eskimo... DANCE 

De-Ja, Storming, Sharky Major 

Akademiks tracksuit, shiny green Pradas 

But trust me nobody harder nobody faster nobody smarter 

Nobody fucking with the master flow didada nobody but carter 

And who gotta beats pon hard drive Mikey bingo tell a man gala 

Cause, them a just see money man an old school baller, Carlton Palmer 

I put on for my city like Jeezy 

If you ain't from here, go home, E.T 

Certain man don't rep the city right 

Leave the boy alone I'm just living life 

So you can tell Westwood, bomb it 

MistaJam wheel it 

Target gunshot it up like sniper 

Make the whole crowd flash lighter 

And niggas going spaz again 

Brain usage slow thinkers, amongst the fastest 

I'm elusive, but I'm here amongst the masters 

Sweet tooth so firstly I'll be munching afters 

I do it full hearted, I ain't down with halfers 

You will lose your soul tryna copy artists 

This ain't 2-4, so they the ain't the hardest 

Them spitters are like furniture, they might need a varnish 

Some are like salad without the garnish 

I ain't gonna hoist them up like a harness 

Leave em down 

I'm a G, star, what am I gonna feed em now 

(Why?) Said they were cool before 

I said no then, I don't believe em now, wanna talk like there's a new G in town 

I told em I see the c in clown 

But I sure can't see a new G in town 

And a whole decade of music consistent 

That's why I put the "c" in crown (crown) 

I put the "c" in crown 

Wanna test? Then you'll see me around 

No soundboy can test wid da barrin' 

When I'm on a track no breezin around (around) 

Still got a better street value, like 3Gs of the brown 

Music is my first girl, but she don't mind when I'm sleepin' around 

I remember when he had crackers, bulla bread 

And mummy had to scrape cheddar 

Now in December, I can make it mayweather 

I tell her take a cheap shot like mayweather 

And I ain't a cheap shot at mayweather 

I told her bend down im a straight fella 

See I can get serious but I play better 

You know me, I put on for my city 

Cause they throw me dirty money and I turn it to Diddy 

Clean as a whistle 

Blowing through the ends 

Traktor just bought wretch a Mercedes Benz 

This verse ain't a threat 

I'm ready for anything 

This year I been nominated for everything 

Hence why 

I ain't giving out no wedding rings 

You married music, nigga im selling it! 

Now I take better trips 

I'm on the beach with an ice cream seeing jellyfish 

I put on for my pussy-clart city 

No pussy can't see me 

All these man are mini-me's 

No pussy can't be me 

Why? I rep my city right 

Rest In Peace, Mike, carr, it's fucking Thriller time 

Popping bottles like it's mother fucking Miller time 

I don't chase bitches, I just get my lizzie right 

My niggas really ride 

I'm from a part of the city where there's a million crimes 

Some of my dogs, them are killers but I'm just living life 

P-manamanamana 

Sit up on da riddim, I ride the words, yeah 

When I'm on the fly then all the girls come 

I'm old school jungle-ist 

Roll with all the hustlers 

I'm just here for music but 

They just want the customers 

Yeah 

And I'm way too boasie, carr 

My chain is a Dolci 

And your babe says she knows me 

I'm all about the boxers 

Call me Shane Mosley 

Scorcher couz, you're spazzin' out (kano) 

K, tell 'em??? 

I put on for my city like Jeezy 

If you ain't from here, go home, E.T 

Certain man don't rep the city right 

Leave the boy alone I'm just living life 

So you can tell Westwood, bomb it 

MistaJam wheel it 

Target gunshot it up like sniper 

Make the whole crowd flash lighter 

And niggas going spaz again 

'Ey yo Kan' 

Oi tell 'em 

Oi tell 'em 

Oi tell 'em leave it to the big boys 

Yo, you know, I'm talking like nine out of ten flows are nothing 

I mean nothing 

Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow 

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