Clyde Drexler ft. Sir Michael Rocks Lyrics

Ayy, yeah, Zangief, I'm knockin' him out he canvas

Rap heavyweight, should be sittin' where my pants is

Showtime Mahomes, I'm chiefin' like I'm in Kansas

I'm the fuckin' franchise, dunk it like Steve Francis

Sixteen, they was tryin' to label me a hooligan

Boy spitting blanks, I think his pen is gettin' dull again

Spittin' with a tool again, come back with a mulligan

I ain't got a heart, so she tryin' to take my soul again

Freddy Krueger hands, I'm underground like Shredder

Anderson Da Silva, I'm cockier than McGregor

Bust like Bowie, I'm deuce three to the pressure

Deuce, deuce to his chest, pull a Clyde Draxler

Yeah, what you need, man, I got it all here for the low-ski

You can holla at my broski

I remember drivin' in the Porsche at low speeds

You was in ninth grade, tryin' to smoke seeds

Sticks and stems, your pockets are slim

I don't know what the fuckin' problem is, but talkin' to him

That ain't gon' get you nowhere farther than

Two steps wronger in the wrong direction

I look at money and see my reflection

What up, twin? What up? beloved, my heart beat

I'm rockin' custom-made clothes like a art piece

Put this in the Louvre, I'll put you in the pool

I picture me and your girl sippin' on coolers

Out the cooler, I'm out my medulla

Reroute the phones to the house a little sooner

We need that money quick, like the Oklahoma Sooners

I'm not throwing a pick, nah, I'm tryin' to brick

Brick, like Brick Van Exel

Bitch, I'm on the grind, front nose the axle

Drippin' no bait, but they bite on the tackle

Clyde the fuckin' Clyde like a pterodactyl

Clyde Drex' pull up mid-range in a Blazer

Man, they couldn't see me with them goggles with lasers

Lunable edibles, bake sale with the baker

Cool kids, summer jam, gold and A pager

Make em' scramble like Mike Vick on the Falcons

Showtime on the rise, I'm the one they was doubtin'

Shorty know I'm drippin' like I fell out the fountain

Ballin' like Melo when the logo was mountains

Spittin' so sick, I'ma Earl on my sweater

They be sleeping on me, but I'm water bed, wetter

Heard nobody better, heavyweight, he a feather

Dunkin' on his shooters, slam dunk like Drexler