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David Garcia
Songwriter
Fihim Martin
Songwriter
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Uh-huh, uh
(Cookin Soul)
Niggas actin' all brand new, I ain't new to this
I get to disturbin' the peace like Chaka and Ludacris
I do this shit, who is this doin' this, droppin' the newest shit?
On my dresser, nothin' but blunt ashes and Ruger clips
I'm big pressure, the lesson is I ain't with the foolishness
I'm flyin' high, on my passenger side's a stewardess
I'ma run the well 'til it's dry, I ain't new to this
Release the guillotine for head chops
Cookin Soul (Soul), get to cookin' up soul to make your head rock
Don't get it twisted even though your boy's a dreadlock
Well known for puttin' hip-hop up in a headlock
I'll fire shots and have you layin' under bedrock (tzazazaza)
I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord (on accord)
We never stop puttin' points up on the board (on the board)
Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord (on accord)
We never stop puttin' points up on the board (on the board)
Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor (to the floor)
Uh, floor it
Floor it (floor it)
Floor it
Uh, huh (floor it, floor it)
You can ask anybody that know
I'm strapped like Double-O-Seven and I'll blow, uh
Cleanup on aisle fo', your paper come wild slow
While mine's comin' fast-forward
Two-hundred, my dashboard, you want it, just ask for it (just ask for it)
Make niggas eat dust, emcees get clipped like roach blunts
Niggas somersault flip, when toast bust
Livin' in this world with no trust, who can you call on?
All my dawgs keep me up, if I need a crutch to fall on
Few and not many, it's hard to accept pity
Dialect filthy, for riches, I get busy
We build brick after brick like stonemasons (stonemasons)
While movin' ninja-swift and leavin' no traces
On a daily basis, we enter elite spaces, no move is wasted
Can't fuck with me, just face it (face it)
On a daily basis, we enter elite spaces, no movement wasted
Can't fuck with me, just face it
I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord (on accord)
We never stop puttin' points up on the board (on the board)
Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor
I'm steadily risin', we risin' on accord (on accord)
We never stop puttin' points up on the board (on the board)
Salute to the soldiers that's livin' by the sword
I'm movin' forward, I put the pedal to the floor (to the floor)
Uh, floor it
Floor it (floor it)
Floor it
Uh, floor it (floor it)
Writer(s): David Garcia, Fihim Martin
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