Canis Majoris ft. Cimer Amor Lyrics

When we come through stompin hey

We do this every day

Step aside lil homie better get out the way

Coulda told ya you ain't have nothing for us Why

We be the big dogs, Canis Majoris

Yall want that gritty north Philly, south Philly, west Philly shit

What da dealy kid, we can hook that up really quick

Made to order, flow filthy like slave quarters

They download, but still hit the store and pay for us

They want the whole shabang, wicked with the vocal slang

The streets of West Oak Lane, laced me up wit so much game

Describe Side, you can try, but its tough

Cause when you done you still feel like you ain't said enough

Dude, try again tomorra, I shoulda been a barber

The way I slice these lines in ya head and then charge ya

I'm old school like a black lady named Martha

Or maybe Ruth, if you place me in a booth

I ain't here to make no phone call

Cut out the lights and I'ma zone yall

And when I'm done I'm gonna own yall

Hardcore naw bul you just a sweetie

Prolly get ya prostate checked out on a weekly

When we come through stompin hey

We do this every day

Step aside lil homie better get out the way

Coulda told ya you aint have nothing for us Why

We be the big dogs, Canis Majoris

And I be laughing at rappers who just started

Cause yall missed the best part all ya idols straight garbage

I prolly quit if I was you what's the purpose

Rap game is fulla clowns why you wanna join the circus, huh

Smear paint on ya face like a Juggalo

And still you can't hide cause if you fake every thug will know

They call ya name like they taking attendance

And in your remembrance maybe break your appendage

Cause you's a duck I can see ya feathers ruffling

Watch ya change ya tune like a iPod shuffling

Stand beside Side Effect you must be buggin then

My flow was mad filthy way before Dirt Hustlin

I rape and pillage, I'm straight the illest

Feel like you getting stomped and punched by eight gorillas

Me and Cimer came back wit da rawest shit

Think diff you must got it twisted like a contortionist

When we come through stompin hey

We do this every day

Step aside lil homie better get out the way

Coulda told ya you ain't have nothing for us Why

We be the big dogs, Canis Majoris

When you hear da kick drum punching, snare drum smacking

That don't really mean we need to hear your ass rappin

There's too many of us as there is tryna get on

If you ain't on da level move over or get shit on

I'm tired of this nonsense these rappers got a problem

When they free mixtape be bangin harder than they album

Been doin this since mixtapes was really tapes

Before Bapes back when money was called papes

I'm still of the greats, I'm a underground vet

Bought a book on procrastination, ain't read it yet

Too busy in the basement, make shit, hot shit

Studio lookin like a spaceship cockpit

Buttons and levers and switches and several bitches

Taking pictures witcha camera phone scamming on my riches

Tell'em, all I got is hard dick and bubblegum

I'm fresh outta bubblegum now who the fuck is wanting some