Straight Lacin' Lyrics - Singles - Rbl Posse

Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note 

*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)* 

No one's gonna lace you, like I do 

I get around babe, no one can lace you better. 

No one's gonna lace you, like I do 

I get around babe, I'm a straight gamer. 

Verse 1 *(Black C)* 

Chapter one 

I'm blowin up the scene wit my gun 

which is, capable 'cause my uzi weighs a ton 

pistol grip, pump, in my lap at all times 

when it's time for some action, yes I'm blastin 

'cause, the funk is everlastin 

that is, if ya ride wit me, ya better be down to die wit me 

so finally 

we strive to be 

some ballin ass mutha fuckaz who is known internationally 

yeah you think I got a chip on my shoulder 

'cause I was a broke young nigga, now I'm older 

wit mo mail then the rest of you pushers 

now y'all sittin an observin wit the rest of 'em 

on-lookers, got ya shook up 

'cause we leave the scene, like Stephen King 

when the murders needed 

so who's a bigger pimp, wit bigger balls 

a lil nigga wit bigger drawls lacin all y'all 

*(Chorus)* 

Verse 2 *(Black C)* 

As we proceed to exceed to the next level of this rap game from the 

click 

I used to claim, I'm the blame 

for all this bullshit, never the less y'all can't prove this 

but who's the smoothest 

when it comes to this rap game 

I'm juss a sick ass nigga from that mack Bay 

straight, game we lace to put my name in the spotlight 

no game, this paid style I'm gettin paid right 

I know you niggaz heard of us niggaz gettin perved 

since us real niggaz got rid of 'em blue birds 

turned yo ass into OG's 

slowly watch you move from an O-Z to a whole key 

straight lacin 

fuck the basics 

it's my turn, the mic burn when I face it 

(no one can do this better) you ask me 

I don't think there's a click lacin niggaz like the P-O double S-E 

*(Chorus)* 

Verse 3 *(Hitman)* 

Let's say for instance, you're a distance 

an you all by yo self, tell me how the funk would be dealt 

Would you, get treated like Pinesol an get mopped? 

Or would you, pull yo glock an do diddly-squat? 

Or would you see, not juss what you peep like Mary Wright 

I'm the nigga wit the stripes, an I'm the nigga that you juss might 

bring you to the light, like hundred watts (like what?) 

light you up 

an even if I hit a hundred spots, you can't see me 

'cause I got sticky fingers like Jason 

start to placin the index finger, grippin techs 

and license to inject so juss expect 

try to test my intellect 

he didn't know 

he tried to flex like biceps 

an he got broke 

or better yet broke his vertebre 

so save to be for another day, like lay-away 

had that ass smashed, towed away, wit the tow-away 

(like that?) 

we laced him like Jordan's about two pairs 

(then what?) 

then we had to lace him to a chair. 

*(Chorus)* x2