Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nightmares On Wax
Nightmares On Wax
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Herbert Evelyn
George Herbert Evelyn
Composer

Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen You've been invited to a party to get high With DNO W and my man is NOC Hold up, you know what I'm saying Uk style, going down like this Yeah, uh, one time, we check it See what the crap mama whizzing Blind you like a blizzing Skin your whole body and I spot you like lizard Workshop like scissors Do the knowledge and the physics Believe it over me superstitious Rap chemist, each time I get caught to brown In the lab I create a whole new genesis My world, my own score my own tour I stay hidden in this rap game like coslaw I make star oversees like stay Reppin' shows from Tokyo to Belgium My name ring bells like horse and wealth Got respect like motorist behind jail cells With this mic I'm quite terrific you agree or disagree, it doesn't matter to me It so love baby bop is a score hip-hop Be the base line the bee just like corrupt cops The buck don't stop here tho This year flow give, from five to ten, twelve a show Yeah Burn me slow Drag on me as long as you go pulling me out a shotgun Cause I be number one with the bullet Who got some, the second hand smokes in the air Call tackey oh my, we go get you so high, so high Offline like the vessel, and my nigga name is trolley Raps like the devil, make you believe in the holy solly bright I only stay fat I write raps strong enough to break a bull's back It's the same ass, who is an ancient proper In this fucking word, I got my nuts in my world World jeopardize, there I got no soul I got soul in my mind and soul beyond goal Ain't no W's got my back how's that Hope the diplomat for night is all this My man is rolling down the studio beats is come forward My rap flow makes a bags for cheese Got to chase Kay cause she's at stake Oh she's like a teenager My name all the way burn me slow Dragging me as long as you can pull it That shotgun cause I would be number one With the bullet who got some The second hand smokes in the air Call tackey oh my We go get you so high, so high Burn me slow Dragging me as long as you can pull it That shot gun cause I would be number one With the bullet who got some The second hand smokes in the air Call tackey oh my We go get you so high,so high This goes out to Uk, how we do it the NYC way But without the Dj and the MC's too This shit is for you Much love to your crew you know how OC do Crack the gruel over hell In hell a smell If you see me out of show Did you know I'm back well Pissed out go through it bright light through message All with the message Feel my SHC is at a lessage Graps my presence Stupid encyclo words the man obsessive I like to rap verses I'm never getting nervous Mics out butted So beauty is diverted That nigga while on you, clean as a blues self The light itself do what you do What you do, true that dawg Wise words spoke solid soberly The slash side of writing is called area piece Burn me slow Dragging me as long that you can pull it That shotgun cause I would number one With the bullet who got Some the second hand smokes in the air Call tackey oh my We go get you so high, so high Burn me slow Dragging me as long that you can pull it That shotgun cause I would number one With the bullet who got Some the second hand smokes in the air Call tackey oh my We go get you so high, so high Burn me slow Dragging me as long that you can pull it That shotgun cause I would number one With the bullet who got Some the second hand smokes in the air Call tackey oh my We go get you so high, so high Burn me slow Dragging me as long that you can pull it That shotgun cause I would number one With the bullet who got Some the second hand smokes in the air Call tackey oh my We go get you so high, so high No doubt, you know what I'm saying This is how we do any day NYC way UK NOW is nightmare on wax You know how to act hold up My man is, nigga please Hold up uh You leave I'm with you baby One time you all You don't stop, is some see Check it(check it out) How we do you all One time you all Burn me slow Dragging me as long as you Can pull it shotgun I would number one with the bullet You got some Call tackey baby boy Hahahaha
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