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Bruce Lee

E-Man

Hip-Hop/Rap

3 Shazams

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E-Man - Bruce Lee
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
E-Man
E-Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emanuel Ayobami Adeyemo
Emanuel Ayobami Adeyemo
Songwriter

Lyrics

Now that brewski kicked in like Bruce Lee Got a little fade, I ain't talking about a Boosie No debate, I'm ballin like I'm hooping Ask me who the great, I say you taking to him Now that brewski kicked in like Bruce Lee Got a little fade, I ain't talking about a Boosie No debate, I'm ballin like I'm hooping Ask me who the great, I say you taking to him Uhh... Glasses made of wood, can't wear em when it rain Smashing to the func, don't worry what I'm wearing Took a shortcut, but immediately regret it Cuz I'm walking through the hood where nobody empathic In the alley in the back, best believe they catch you lackin Got that fire like a dragon Flame on, fantastic Four rolling deep Shooting like Jordan 23, no Michael B In the jungle rolling heavy like a stampede Lil Bambi, get rushed with the tusk Hit with the ivory and get rammed like a truck Ain't no dodging, cuz dey mobbing like a audience Known for sparking rowdiness, they can get real violent Stay up later than Toonami trying to start a problem They eyeing like they trying to rob me, I got nothing on me Except this chain I tucked in like Red on Friday A squad full of Deebos but looking more evil They some soldiers, but never at ease Give you more static than broken TV Get rocked like a boulder, won't stop till it's over Hit you with the burner, get burnt like CD But they don't know I ain't playing games, we never Hasbro Might start a riot, watch em melee, then super smash bro What I do? Turn the streets to Hyrule Temple Almost lost my temper, still sticking to the tempo Like Kirbs with the ham, hit you in the temple Hop in the booth like a king to a mantle Spitting the truth, you cannot handle I'm in my space coupe man I feel like I'm Lando When I'm with my brodies, we ain't up to no good We gon make a ruckus up in yo hood Swang out of circumference, just to make you back up Tires smoke like backwoods, don't you dare act up Man I'm so jacked up, why I gotta act up Watch em slowly back up, why I gotta act up Sleep on me like a mattress, why I gotta act up Man I'm so jacked up, why I gotta... uhh Kill a beat then I skate over the corpse No remorse, no remorse When I shoot my shot I ain't playing games like H.O.R.S.E. It's a buzzer beater but I ain't keeping score I'm just ballin every quarter I do it for myself, I ain't looking for the glory Forgot I'm coming for you Deliver bars express when I'm knocking on your door I know it hurt you to the core, I hurt feelings when I'm bored Now that brewski kicked in like Bruce Lee Got a little fade, I ain't talking about a Boosie No debate, I'm ballin like I'm hooping Ask me who the great, I say you taking to him Now that brewski kicked in like Bruce Lee Got a little fade, I ain't talking about a Boosie No debate, I'm ballin like I'm hooping Ask me who the great, I say you taking to him Now that brewski kicked in like Bruce Lee Got a little fade, I ain't talking about a Boosie No debate, I'm ballin like I'm hooping Ask me who the great, I say you taking to him
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