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Black Drop yeah

Uh huh c'mon c'mon

Yeah Blink this got that bounce baby

I think we'll have a lil fun with this one

You ready Payback? Yep yep

Get 'em

This joint'll pack 'em in the whole spot lit

With Blink on the track jeeeah! I had to drop this

We've come way far they'll be no half steppin

Used to run thru 'em you can go ask Stephan ("think he wasn't?!")

My cousin Douglas you can call him Skin Deep

Back in the day we lived tawdry seedy

From in da hood with Keisha to broads named Phoebe

In the burbs you herbs can't possibly see me

Now ladies lick ya lips my Gz let ya hats cock

Every time we spit you appreciate this Black Drop

You are officially a member of the culture

It feels good like when member enters vulva

From LA to Dover I'll resonate forever

Focused on my bag that's still my main endeavor

Fuck a Boy George never kissing to be clever

I'm sonin' em Ten Tray jeeeah that's where I'm coming from

We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that

It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back

Ya losin control when we bump the track

So let ya shoulders roll like front to back

We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that

It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back

Ya losin control when we bump the track

So let ya shoulders roll like front to back

Point blank matter of fact we the chosen ones

To bring the people from the back to the front

Get ya brain and eardrums out the doldrums

Black Drop beats and rhymes nah homie don't run

Heard you was talkin' smack heard you was talkin' that

Heard you was talkin' we too old to rap

Now we here and you fallin' back

Found out that your mouth wrote a check that your ass can't cash

Really don't matter whose on we create a new zone

You gon' end up like Johnny Ringo in Tombstone

Fooling about for fun

Found out Doc Holliday wasn't when he came for his blood

Now you stand there wide eyed and amazed

as everybody stands up and everybody's hands up

This here is a lyrical raid

Please move from the back to the front of the stage

We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that

It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back

Ya losin control when we bump the track

So let ya shoulders roll like front to back

We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that

It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back

Ya losin control when we bump the track

So let ya shoulders roll like front to back

From the era of the loose leaf Bic pens loosely

Scribble down my thoughts onslaught is a doozy

Damn right I'm choosy Who what? You me

No comparison chump you can never do me

Or be me or see me set it off like tee lee

Shake dice run your bets soak that ass like tea leaves

Washed by the storm hurricane San's deadly

Check me I steadily grow with every medley

Use to push a Chevy Caprice Classic heavy

World 'n San shit Small World I and Trevie

Forever that's the trio Chris now ascends from up above

Fuck me up when he left he was momma's other son

Bio and extended brothers held me down and I love 'em

Resurrect my mind frame made me grab the pen again

This time for all the marbles and the whole potato sack

Black Drop got the joint packed front to back what

We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that

It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back

Ya losin control when we bump the track

So let ya shoulders roll like front to back

We ain't bout to fold there'll be none of that

It's food for your soul you'll keep comin' back

Ya losin control when we bump the track

So let ya shoulders roll like front to back

Yeah that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about

This that Black Drop shit

Have a lil fun with this ya know what I'm sayin

Nothing serious but very serious that's right

Payback MP Brotha Blink Skin Deep O Tha Reel San Brown

Let's get it