Street Diciple Lyrics

Yo, I'm gettin' bent like it's pay day

You can smell the pepe la piu in the el presidente

Creme brules, the Robert Goulet of rap

It's Ollie Maxwell, rock that french barret like Fidel

Two Quebecian womens, one named Michelle

The other Chantal, give head with the hand style

Get the sham wow

Get the kid a sandwich

Too many emcees, not enough bandwidth

Serve you like Pete Samprus, it's Ollie Mitchells

Lyrical mantis on the beat

Evangelist, executive director yo, check the mother board

Joe Jit, PB come together like megazord

The leather strap and sword yo

Yo where's you at lord?

Yeah, I got the cannabis, joe got the dutches

We at the copa cabana club for a couple nantuckets

Girls rockin' they yoga pants out in public

I love that so much you can call me Dick Buttkis

They must know me and what fucks wit than

Lets discuss it here's a pen

I always got one, ready for when a thought come

And trust me honey when I saw you the spot lookin so lovely

Aah yeah, I definitely thought somethin

But I gotta run so walk me

Eat a slice of pizza on the street here I'll get us a taxi

Hey taxi! Where you goin'?

Going back to the jazz bear

That's the sixty four squares, I hang my hat there

I got a blanket on the flour handcrafted with alpaca hair

I'm the rap extraordinaire

Ollie Jazzman, all matchin'

Name brand quality fashion

The right hand got the cash in

The left probably got the rest of my stash in

Yeah, so uh, how many mics do I bless on the daily?

Many money, say me say many many money

Give a emcees a lesson in jealousy and envy

Elementary, dip the pen in Hennessy

Windows wit a tint on the Volks, quintessentially

Whiskey and a smoke cherry coke check the weaponry

Phonetic energy

Directly connected to the mic to wipe ya memory

So you can bite me

Catch me on the run, tongue slippin is unlikely

Just sunshine and dime pieces

Shrines for the children that had diseases

Taxi's smell like pine needles and hashishes

My penis smell like vagina from a negress

Rise above, find the love behind the evil where the streets is

It's bug, steady on that drug shit

So my lugz fit snug

Yo you best to watch it, ya pockets get dug

When I get you in the spot kid