Follow T Lyrics - Singles - T-bone

You can catch me in the big body S-Class wit chrome spinners 

Pulling up to the club wit a brim, ice and the chinchilla 

Stacking that skrilla in a legal way 

Rock stadiums from Nicaragua down to San Tropez, hey 

And I ain? t even gotta curse in my raps 

I keep it gully while I? m spitting this fire on hot tracks 

My skills speak for themselves 

I? m like a young LL back in the day when he was rocking the bells 

The Sly Stallone of the microphone 

I? m old school like Special K 

Turbo and Ozone, rep for my people like I? m Che Guevara 

Wit a derby and linen pants plus a guallavera 

Oh, I? m so sick they sending ambulances 

To resuscitate the mic from my verbal thrashing 

Cash advances and top brand fashion 

Guaranteed to rock the spot and keep the party peeps dancing 

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I had to switch up the flow for all the DJ? s spinning wax in the club 

So when ya hear my joint y'all better turn it up, louder 

Suvelo, blast that music bro 

Respect the flow, ya listening to a music pro 

The Burt Bacharach of rap is back ready to make ya move ya body 

And lean back like Joe Crack 

Woah, get ya hands in the air 

And wave them back and forth in the atmosphere 

I know ya wondering if the rumors are true, believe the hype 

I am the dopest rapper to come through 

Wit brand new series of rap arts like Kung Fu 

You don? t believe me, ya crew could get hung to 

I run through anybody opposing 

Don? t make me have to tell you again 

I? m Gods chosen like Peter, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John 

Now everybody just bounce to this new hit song, what 

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From sold out arenas to the silver screen 

I move crowds and drop hits that make the people scream 

Stack cream, get chauffeured in stretched out limousines 

I? m a hot album, you just a, ahh, 16 

T-Bone is hard as it gets and I don? t fly first class, why? 

I travel with chef? s on private jets 

That? s why you mad and upset, homie 

I paid my dues though, been ripping these mic? s since tape decks 

So place your bets, I? m the best yet 

Move the crowd and make ya bounce like bad checks 

I got next like the WNBA 

Defeating me is like blacks joining the KKK 

It won? t happen, like hoods without guns clapping 

Or hip hop wit no DJ? s and MC? s rapping 

It? s contradictory, none of you? ll ever get wit me 

The dopest to ever breathe on a mic and claim victory