Into the Unknown: The Making of 'Underworld' (2010)

Actors

• Philip Madoc (actor)
• Tom Baker (actor)
• Tom Baker (actor)
• Ed Stradling (director)
• Richard Shaw (actor)
• Ed Stradling (producer)
• Kevin MacLeod (composer)
• Louise Jameson (actress)
• Louise Jameson (actress)
• Sarah Sutton (actress)
• Jimmy Gardner (actor)
• Llewellyn Rees (actor)
• Frank Jarvis (actor)
• James Maxwell (actor)
• Bob Baker (actor)

Genres

• Documentary
• Short

Silence of Night (2009)

Actors

• Alexandre Mullen (writer)
• Alexandre Mullen (editor)
• Alexandre Mullen (director)
• Alexandre Mullen (composer)
• Alexandre Lavoie (miscellaneous crew)
• Alexandre Lavoie (actor)
• Alexandre Lavoie (actor)
• Stéphane Carpentier (actor)
• Paul Ferré (miscellaneous crew)
• Luc Cantin (actor)
• Michaël Dion (actor)
• Michaël Dion (actor)
• Gabriel Harvey (actor)
• Gérald Germain (actor)
• Andrée-Anne Bellemare (actress)

Genres

• Action
• Short

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Gutta Gorillaz - Rasaq
• It's a Must - Rasaq
• Dat Boy Freestyle - Rasaq
• Be True 2 It - Rasaq
• I Got Hoes - Rasaq
• Intro (go 2 Sleep) - Rasaq
• Girlfriend - Rasaq
• Drag Em In The River - Rasaq
• Cant Break A Balla - Rasaq
• Birds - Rasaq
• Hood Guy - Rasaq
• Hood Life (8 Miles & Runnin) - Rasaq
• I Got That Gravy - Rasaq
• I'm So Gutter - Rasaq
• Got To Sleep - Rasaq
• Got It On Lock - Rasaq
• Fly Dude I Might Be Freestyle - Rasaq
• Fly As The Sky - Rasaq
• Come To My City - Rasaq
• Ccc Runnin The Game - Rasaq
• Can't Get No Money (i Know What You Want) - Rasaq
• Boppa's All On Ma Jock - Rasaq
• Yall Gonna See - Rasaq
• Who I Be - Rasaq
• Tippin' Slow - Rasaq
• Time 2 Shine - Rasaq
• They Watchin - Rasaq
• They Gonna Hate Us - Rasaq
• The Baddest Click - Rasaq
• Texas Boys - Rasaq
• Swisha In The Air - Rasaq
• Struggle - Rasaq
• Set It Off - Rasaq
• Screamin My Name - Rasaq
• Realest Niggas In It - Rasaq
• Radio Tune In No.2 - Rasaq
• Radio Tune In No.1 - Rasaq
• Pick Up Ya Pace - Rasaq
• MOOD SWING - Rasaq
• Lay It Down - Rasaq
• It's The Color Change - Rasaq
• Megalomania - Risk
• Mind Shock - Risk
• Skid Row - Risk
• Monkey Business - Risk
• Paralysed - Risk
• The Secret Of Our Destiny - Risk
• Pyromanic Man - Risk
• Perfect Kill - Risk
• Dead Or Alive - Risk

Hey...
[Chamillionaire]
Bad is how I kick nigga no way, that little ass pager is so gay
My 2-way way too big to be a 2-way, it's a 4-way
Ask me who the hardest rapper nigga, you know who I'm gon say
I'ma say ay-ay-ay, like JT Money and Sole
Koopa don't pay for the four play, you tell her how much that you gon pay
You must be kin to oranthol, cause you a Simpson like you OJ
OJ throwback no way, the OJ throwback I throw away
Too many niggas dress alike, I ain't trying to be you for the whole day
Look like a 2 Fast 2 Furious clip, on a tow away
It look like I'm riding backwards, rims spinning the wrong way
See that Fake-ob I mean Jacob on your arm, nigga no way
That ain't authentic, we know what it is but I won't say
Wanna know if my pockets fat, and how much do my do' weigh
A question like that, will get a chick kicked through the do' way
I don't give no do' away, get out she gon obey
She gon take the coat from a Lil' Jon song and say, (okaaay)
Gutta gorilla, mayn I ain't no Holly
Wood industry ass nigga no, they don't call me
On the phone like they wanna bone, cause they know prolly
The chick I'm with gotta have a upgrade, and a J-Lo body
My princess cuts why the slugs, look kinda like lightening bugs
Rims double the size of dubs, they standing as high as us
Koopa don't keep a strap scratch that, cause he prolly does
Keep a heater with extra slugs, in a clip in his Ivy dubs
For a minute, Nappy Roots had a whole movement by being po'
Through that movement I was moving units, they must of been moving slow
True I'm on the radio, but I prove I'm streeter than Greg
Flip the microphone off the stand, and you'll get beat in the head
(*talking*)
Yeah, my solo album Controversy Sells
Drops in November, on the same day as Paul Wall's
"People's Champ" solo album, Color Changin' Click-clack
[Rasaq]
Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that coming up on that cash
Screens go z-z, when I push a button up on the dash
But a weapon up on my ass, do dirt like what's under grass
Two shirts might have something stashed, you jerk if something flash
You move if something blast, you hurt and on your ass
You cursing when I pass, I'm swerving in a slab
It's Rasaq on the block, in a drop with no top
With a bottle with no top, and a model with no top
And I'm going to the spot, where niggas is losing
Put the clip up to you spit it, and let it rip through your FUBU
Dog I know cats that'll break you, in a kitten caboodle's
In a range for a funeral, for the niggas who knew you
I'm in the hood in the hallway, where there's pissing and doo-doo
And the fiends creeping at night, and come up twitching up to you
I recycle what I see in the hood, and deliver it to you
With niggas is coo-coo, hang with a few loose screws
Or when I'm flipping in hoo-doo's, sitting on two-two's
Listening to new Screw, jewelry is glistening and too blue
And I'm chilling with your new boo, I ain't forced her in the whip
Got her talking so much, I told her to put a cork in it
Like Sammy Sosa's bat, leave your mammy with a swollen back
These tracks on a broke mattress, a couple of bones is cracked
And I'm gone no coming back, no hugging no rubbing backs
I'm thugging and loving stacks, nigga how you loving that
I bring it to you

Rasaq]
Whew
When it comes to makin' dough, who gon stop it
If money had arms and sockets, it climb in my pocket
It's Rasaq back on the block, back in the drop
Watch ya good hop back on my jock, uh uh
I'll make slugs, hop back in the gat
When it click clack, nigga hop back on ya back
If ands or buts, no tricks tramps or sluts
Just princess cuts, from the wrist and up
I get the bucks like, it's a must
Yep, I pick up chicks, in them pick up trucks
Syke, I sit in whips, and dismiss sluts
N less she cute, and got a big thick butt
You better off with a one minute man
If you think for one minute, you gon get some money mam
It's Rasaq, they call me consamity sam
Put the chopper in the air, it go blamity blam
And the ladies call me, the family man
'cause I got a sedan, the size of a family's fan
I ride like a toddler
I sit low on them big wheels, but no my car is much larger
And it make ya garage look a lot smaller
It's like tryna feed a soda machine a silver dollar
Chickens folla, will I holla
Nope, not today not tomorrow
Go to the bank, but it's not to borrow
It's to feed my wallet bread, open swallow
I'm so cold I could see my own breath
So far ahead of myself, I can see my own death
Drank wit the right, shake dice wit the left
When two wrongs don't make a right, like claudet and wyclef
Haha get it, two wrongs don't make a right
But it took too long, to make ya wife look at the ice
Goods hop around, on pogo sticks
Just to get wit the color changin' logo click
She wanna sit, in the lolo whip

[talking:]
It's that boy, it's that boy mayn
Yeah it's that boy, it's that boy mayn
Yeah it's that boy, it's that boy
It's that boy it's that boy, it's that boy
[Rasaq:]
Gripping on the pine, slowly recline
No nine to your head, but I still blow your mind
Mouth full of glass, holding a stash
Brown on my side, looking swoll in the ass
Bitch show me the grass, you could show me the cash
Fifty lil' niggaz in the club, acting bad
Boys for the fo', all hustle for the do'
You see a yella, better tell her bust it on the flo'
Boys still twisting on the blunt, full of dro
All tatted up, and we don't stunt no mo'
Way too fly boy, way too fresh
If it's less than the best, then it's way too less
Redbone shaking, still popping in that dress
Playas getting chose, better stop it with that plex
I ain't popping off the tech, I'm making pockets stretch
Open up the do', hop into the Lex
Boys looking funny, with them rocks around they neck
They ain't even real, better get your collar checked
It's Rasaq mayn, I'm flyer than a plane
Pullet out my wallet, told em charge it to the game
Naw we don't want the fame, nigga we just want the change
Walk inside the mall, with my jeans on hang
If I'm in the toy, then the screens gon hang
Playing with my cream, then my team gon bang
Shades on my face, you can' tell if I'm deranged
Green in my brain, and it got me feeling strange
Homie it's the boy, you might know me by my name
Come in the lane, in the wide body frame yeah
[talking:]
Ay what it do, my nigga 50/50 Twin
My nigga Money Green, my nigga Waynehead
My nigga Big Roy, Jocky Johnnie Voo
You know I'm saying, Cool Rod
Lil' E, ay man I'm bout to fall in for another taper mayn
Say dog, be on the lookout for that Glad Bag Money
You know I'm saying, that's me and 50/50 Twin

(*talking*)
Ghetto Status mayn, yeah
Koopa, know I'm talking bout
An underground soldier baby
Military mayn, hey
[Chamillionaire]
230 thousand dollas not a lot to Rasaq, get out your clock
And time how long it take em, to finish building my spot
I'm the hottest the South has got, if you think Chamillion is not
Swallow the key and throw it out, and just make sure your mouth is locked
Some look up to Pac, and some look up to The Rock
But short is something I'm not, so I don't look up a lot
You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like they were rocks
When the Mix Tap Messiah drops, that B-S is finna stop
I'm not gon knock a nigga, for trying to look like he doing it
Be true to it, if you say you doing it and ain't doing it
Then you will get exposed, you know that I'm gonna ruin it
It's foolishness, sip your Hypnotic I hope you cool with it
I'ma expose your cheap, thirty dolla bottle ass niggaz
No brain in your head, cause your head hollow ass niggaz
All you watching TV, I wanna date a model ass niggaz
I wanna go buy a more expensive bottle, than Jigga's ass niggaz
Yep, the tool is kept
But we can take off the gloves, and we can do to death
Don't get it mixed up, my chips up I'm glued to checks
Don't get it switched up with the chicks, cause I'm smooth as Heff
Yep and it ain't nothing better, than money and hoes
Ok I lied about one of those, and one of em's hoes
Two different types of green, yep then one of em grows
Ok both of em grow, but for me it's money from shows, yep
It's the King, Koopa
Hey, hey, hey
[Lew Hawk]
I need a six foot dime, that's gon ride for me
The type of broad if it's heat, she gon lie for me
Stash cake for me, when it's HPD
On my trail trying to see, how the crew get down
22's on the Coupe, that's how the crew get down
Uptown, that's where them niggaz play with K's and tech's
And dump your body in them streets, if it's disrespect
Different sets on channel six, keep these hoochies wet
Different sets of hollow tips, keep these niggaz in check
I make checks from killa flows, that I spit on tour
Coming straight from the heart, from the pain I endure
Locked up in a cage, with no sun for days
Better play them street smart, and try to duck dark days
They say, that sixty grams'll get you two for six
The sixty grams in my clip, can get your wrist on lit
Bracelets with them karats, sparkling nice
Looking like you stuck your fist, in a block of ice
But take advice from a hustla, the cops is sick
I pop a snitch, it's niggaz on the block that snitch
I'm trying to get rich, by shaking all that white in the mix
I stay in the mix hitting licks, cause my grinding to fix
Better fix your frame without, when you speaking on us
It's the triple C Click, and they can't fuck with us
Uh, Lew Hawk, uh
[Rasaq]
It's the young Hooligan, who could fool with him
I kill beats on they two, like this is a pen
Don't make me click-clack, and reload again
Leave your ears are opening, the size of rolling rims
Mouth full of ammo, the black Rambo
Do they want me to spit for em, Cham (man, no)
And your man know, I can go off like a bomb in a land so
Watch where you stand, oh
Judging how the hand glow, if I let the hand slow
The sun will pack in gold, they know
Matter of fact, the flow is so damn hot
I gotta come out the throwback, Ast-ro
Chickens happen to know, how we rap at the show
That's why they the first to come, and the last to go
She the first to come, you the last to know

[50 Cent Insert]
She so fine, shorty she so fine
Shorty she so fine, shorty shorty she so fine
She look good, she look good, she look good, she look good
[Hook - Chamillionaire (Rasaq)]
I got hoes, I got so many hoes (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
Callin' on my phone, nah they won't leave me alone (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
Brown-skin, red-bone, yellow bone (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
Comin' to my home, they scream and they moan (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa)
(repeat 2x)
[Rasaq]
I got so many hoes, they scream and they moan
They see me on that chrome, no they won't leave me alone
They hit me on my celli', I got yella's lookin' gritty
Knock em' down with the KY Jelly, tat my name up on they belly (Da-Da-Damn Homie!)
I'm slidin' on Parelli's, choppin' the block up like confetti
Candy paint, thick and heavy, got more mack then Makaveli
If she jazzy or she sexy, or spanish or speakin' plenty
Bet she gettin' in my Chevy, turnin' my head into spaghetti
I'm ready, change my telli's, screens on watchin' R.Kelly
Candy paint same color as jelly, cuttin' the block up like machete
Tippin' chans up in my belly, while I'm grindin' gettin' my 'fetti
Deuce-Fours under my Corvetti, swangin' and grippin' the wheel steady
Courvosei' mixed with my Henni', big faces on top of my twenty's
Never had no use for no pennies, all about my dollars and Benji's
Haters lookin' envy, bought my girl Prada and Fendi
Piece and chain cost me bout 10 G's, white-t's and no Pelle Pelle
Diamonds in my Benzeli', I don' hollered at Halle Berry
Knocked her down and popped that cherry
Man-Man, yall boys is scary hold up..hold up baby
[50 Cent Insert]
Shorty she so fine, shorty she so fine
Shorty she so fine, shorty she so fine
[Hook - Chamillionaire]
I got hoes, I got so many hoes
Callin' on my phone, nah they won't leave me alone
Brown-skin, red-bone, yellow bone
Comin' to my home, they scream and they moan

[Rasaq: talking]
Ghetto Status, G-g-ghetto Status
Rasaq on the block
G-g-ghetto Status
Ghetto Status baby
Post up, G-g-ghetto Status
G-g-ghetto Status (ye, ye)
[Rasaq]
Ay, I come through in the big black lac
Swangers on the side i'm flippin the back
Matta of fact, it's a fitro crack
It'll hit like a bat, put a rip in ya back
Flippin' stacks, flips n gats
Throwback jerseys mix n match
Throwback verses spit the track
Straight out the dome like fitted caps
Spittin raps, get this cash
Spend this dough, get it back
Get ya hoe, get her smashed
Gettin a slap n send her back
With a bended back, to the friendly cat
Who's showin' love and excepts her back
While I knock her off n I won't spend jack
Imma ghetto status wit a metals back
N this yellow crack n a fellow act
Like I won't react like a do-key gats
And I Won't be back (back, back, back)
[Chamillionaire: talking]
Yeah Chamillionaire and Rasaq, Ghetto Staus
Get ya weight up, get ya heart right mayne
We bout to get this money
Hey Rasaq you wit me?, let's go
[Chamillionaire]
I'm thinkin' ridin' twinkie spokes
Thinkin' thoed, think we broke?, I'm thinkin' nope
Rankie ropes, my niggaz blowin' stanky smoke
Little kids sayin' ay he dope
I ain't gonna lie ya mami knows
She ready to drop her pantie hos
Take em off and hand me those
Bought me kicks and some clothes
Look sexy in platinum, hansome in gold
Watch how high you handle me do
Handle the fo, the cannon will blow
Gamble for dough, stackin them hoes
Mackin them hoes, they watchin' Rasaq
They boppin Rasaq, at first they was takin' me for granted before

[Hook- Chamillionaire X3]
Your girlfriend, in a suburban
She's tryna pretend, that's she a virgin
She told her boyfriend, she was with her friend
But I'm for certain, that I ain't workin'
*I'm in person, to see her flirtin'
Suckin' n slirpin, and showin' her skin
And now her boyfriend, cussin' n cursin
But I'm alertin, That I will hurt him*
*Only said the third time the hook is sung*
King Koookoookooopa
Koookoookooopa
Koopa Koookoookooopa
Koookoookooopa (keep repeating koopa)
Ay mayne, this ghetto status mayne
Gotta keep it gutta mayne
Koookoookooopa
I ain't gonna rap on this, but I know somebody else that might
[Lil Boo]
Like mud in my blood, judge got me in probation
Purple in my koolaid, drank cases what I'm facin'
Mama say I gotta wait for drivers education
But I hit the dealership, 'cause lil boo is not patient
Thirteen years old, stay hoppin' outta vogues
Catch me at adult shows, puttin' up on yellow hoes
Ask me if I drove, yep fa sho
Smile when my trunk open, frown when my trunk close
Freeway call n tell ya sister that shes fine
Beyonce on the phone, salange on the other line
I gotta curfew, I watch b.e.t. till nine
After that it's lil kim n sprite can up on my mind
Throwback jerseys, hypnotic thats old
Color changin click dresses, thats the only dress code
Nike sign lebron, nike me I was supposed to
But I already got those lebron james, up on my toes
It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne
It's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne, it's lil boo mayne
It's lil boo mayne, hold up
[Lil Boo- talking]
Hold up foo
Call these bois mayne, these concepters out here mayne
They see us grindin', tryna make this paper
This is ghetto status mayne
Don't put me on this funny beats no mo
Come on, tear up the mic uh
[Rasaq]
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya pins lay it down
Lay 'em down, lay 'em down
The pad lay 'em down
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya mic lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
Ya foos lay it down
'cause I'm hear, rappin' in ya right ears
Spittin' in ya left side
This is down south, I ain't worried bout the west side
Or the east coast, lets ride wit red eyes on them haters keep close
They say my skills is makin' progress
Plus I'm wearin' ice religously so I tell 'em god bless
Niggaz comin' out soft, like maple car stressed
And I'm (Breathing) like a dogs breath
And I ain't even harness, my full is potential
But for some reason, I feel bullet proof on instrumentals
And so does chamillion, is it coincidental?
Freestyle off the dome, forget a freakin' pencil
I don't care what ya bin through, this the takover
Send ya wanna be rappers on the ricky late make over
When the days over
I'm wit ya good drankin', and she clingin' to my nuts
now that's what I call a hang over
Game over, spit fire like a flame thrower
the man is colder, than a damn can of soda
Haha, I'm outta ya league like sammy sosa

[Pimp C Insert]
I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake
[Chamillionaire - Talking] (Pimp-C)
Chamillitary man..(I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake)
Know what I'm talkin' bout..It's Color Changin' Click clack and uhh (I'm the
trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake)
Tuned in to the Mixtape Messiah, know what I'm talkin' bout, (I'm the
trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake)
but uhh, we got somebody else who wanna say sumthin' (I'm the trillest of the
trill..You the fakest of the fake)
Somebody who feel the same way, niggaz gotta serious problem know what I'm
talkin' bout?
(I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake)
It's Rasaq boy!
[Chorus - Rasaq]
I'ma drag em' in the river, drop his body in the bay
With a note around his throat and you know what it say (It's Rasaq Boy)
Ohh! you want some..you's a hoe Dike Jones
You's a hoe Dike Jones, you's a hoe
From the 4 and I don't give a shit
Color Changin' Click in this bitch represent who you with
[Verse - Rasaq]
I'm on 4's, suicide doors
Searchin' through the city for this hoe Dike Jones (where they at?)
Take a shot of drank, just to get me in the zone (in the zone) I know you see me comin' better strap up ya thong (strap up ya thong)
I heard you bumpin' gums, so you better get gone
Don't let this pistol handle come on top of yo dome (yo dome)
Ridin' 2 tone, grippin' styrofoam
It's the boy Rasaq puttin' it down for Akers Home (wussup baby)
Niggaz know ya fraud, don't make me pull ya card
Tryna play it hard, but I caught ya off guard
They say we fell off, what they didn't tell yall
To get a meal all I need to do was make a cell call
They say we fell off, what they didn't tell yall
To get a meal all I need to do was make a cell call
[Chorus - Rasaq]
I'ma drag em' in the river, drop his body in the bay
With a note around his throat and you know what it say
Ohh! you want some..you's a hoe Dike Jones
You's a hoe Dike Jones, you's a hoe
From the 4 and I don't give a shit
Color Changin' Click in this bitch represent who you with
[Pimp C Insert]
I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake
I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake
I'm the trillest of the trill..You the fakest of the fake -
I ride with made niggaz them choppin' on blades niggaz

[Rasaq]
Candy drip, on the cherry droppa
Seat reclinin, I lift the top up
He's fines, for starin' boppers
Feet shine, when I hit the block up
Hit ya daughter, have her walkin' awkward
Magik Stick, like harry potter
Speak in her ear, and I brealy got her
Roc's on the chain, like aqua water
Ya baby mama, wanna holla
Make her swallow, then take my dollas
Sorry good, can't take my dollas
Sorry good, can't break a balla
You can't be my baby mama
I can't be your baby's papa
Sayin' Imma lazy father
Don't make situations harder
Gimme brain, it'll make me smarter
Take the offer, that's my advice
Going once going twice, showed to the yellow on my right
All I need is vocal pipes, and chicken head not a hopeful wife
A nigga like me, stackin' dough for life
A nigga like me, in frozen ice
Air force ones on my toes is white
In a red low lac, in a red throw back
Both arms n my legs don't tatch
Du rag on my head, no hat

Ay, I pull birds my nigga
I'm pullin' birds
I'm pullin' birds my nigga
I love birds birds birds birds
Birds
[Rasaq]
And I'm talkin' bout the goods
The ones that come in hurds, when I pull up to the curb
Birds, I might let her sip some syrup
Girl don't ya know, it's good for ya hips and curves
Birds, and I ain't talkin' bout the kind that chirp
It's the kind that's gettin' on a niggaz nerves
Birds, and I ain't talkin' bout the drugs
It's the kind that show me love, 'cause I'm rollin' on dubs
Birds, some in the hood, some in the burbs
Some talk country, some use proper words
I get em, I hit em, I dismiss 'em
Don't hug em, don't love em, I don't kiss 'em
She love em, she hug em, she don't listen
The jewelz glisten, call me an adittion
'cause if ya look around my sleeve, you might see two pigeons
I flip em, then flick em, don't trick 'em
Just trick em, she wishin', she wit 'em
She wishin', she get em, she pissed n she trippin
He spittin', he flippin', no trickin, no spendin, no dissin'
Just send her back home, with a bent back bone
Skirt the last gone, and then I'm back home
Lookin' for mo to mack on, lights camera action
I love birds birds birds birds
I love birds birds birds birds

[Rasaq]
Ay, ay
I'm not a good guy, Imma hood guy
Get ya hair cooked fry, chook pie
Good bye, and if I rap that besides the point
Bout to take a nine and point, put a slug beside ya joint
The size of a coin, inside of ya groin
Have that boi on the ground, tryna find his loins
And boing, we bouncin' like the bunny hop
Twenties hop, niggaz stay lookin' money drops
I got a mondays watch, tuesdays bracelet
And the list goes all the way to sunday, biotch
Million dolla man like ten divionte
Get head from beyonce, my bread is my fioncay
And I told her I don't got jiggas dollas
But I'm that nigga holla, take this dick n swallow
Ay, no disrespect little mama
But this is my persauna, make brauds pause like
I come to a comma
Make lost paws when they come to the corner
The block so hot, it's like they come to a sauna
Nigga, ay I'm from where the niggaz crawl to get out
Through the balla get out, row six six tall to get out
Go to jail, and collect call to get out
Fight they way out, till they arms will get out
Nigga, ay ay pass me any beat
My flow is like a hood rat, I'm nasty in these streets
Glassy in these teeth, lookin' flashy on this beat
I'm graspin' on the heat, ay catch me on the creep
In the car top down, like it's showin' it's clevige
I'm married to my foreign, but noone believes it

[Hook: Rasaq]
Ohh ohh
This is the life for me, it feels so right for me
Theres no other kinda life for me, so slip n slide wit me
Come ride wit me, nigga.. it's the hooood life
[Verse One: Rasaq]
Say hello to the hood life, good night to the good life
A hoodie and a good white, shirt 'll make you look right
Mama don't cook right, that's why niggaz don't look right
They on the block wit them roc's, only wanna cook white
Played by the book syke, niggaz kinda crook like
Fiends almost just like, movin' kinda rush like
Bustas mostly roll dice, gun fights on most nights
Papa don't get his dough right, he might end up wit no lights
And often in this age, we feel like dogs in a cage
Go off in a rage, and get lost in our ways
Some more honest will pay, but some walk astray
To sellin' weed to pills, to often to yay
Gotta watch what you say, gotta watch how you behave
Cuz nigga I promise you, that you ain't promised today
Up in the coffin to lay, wit a cross at ya grave
With a shot in ya brain, and that's all for today
[Hook: Rasaq]
Ohh ohh
This is the life for me, it feels so right for me
Theres no other kinda life for me, so slip n slide wit me
Come ride wit me, nigga.. it's the hooood life
[Rasaq: talking over hook]
Rasaq on the block, ye ye
[Verse Two: Rasaq]
Mamas on welfare, kinfolks in a wheel chair
Papas gettin' grey hairs, searchin' for some health care
My niece playin' with food stamps, try not be a nusanse
Tryna tie these glusands, while puttin' in my two cents
Tryna make two cents into a million, wit a new lex
And a duplex, nigga all I need is a blueprint
And niggaz know the rules, not the kind that the government choose
The kind in church, that you hum in the pues
No a nigga won't taddle, he rather have you rip his adams apple
Than run his trap, and let his little lips baffle
Livin' in the hoods a battle, hustlin's a hastle
Bulidin' up ya empire, hopin' they don't come crush ya castle
And thugs love to blast you
And that's not all ya own girl, is addicted to some colorful capsels
While niggaz luck less, I search for success
This work is such stress, it hurts I love rest
And my heart is full of stone, it get's me off in the zone
Till my poverty is gone, and I'm on top of the throne
And it's awful alone, when to talk to on the phone
Or in the drop on some chrome, headed off to my home, nigga
[Hook: Rasaq]
Ohh ohh
This is the life for me, it feels so right for me
Theres no other kinda life for me, so slip n slide wit me
Come ride wit me, nigga.. it's the hooood life
Rasaq on the block baby, whew

[Rasaq Talking:]
You Know What Im Saying I See Yall Boys Looking At Me Dog, But You Can't Be Mad At Me Mayne Be Mad At The Game Just Cause A Nigga Doing Good
You Know What Im Saying Get Off Your Ass Boy Yeah If You Like Me That's What You Do A Royal Green Boy
[Hook:]
What They Talking Bout I Know That They Be Hating Baby
The Game Is Good To Me And It's All Gravy Baby
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby Aye
Boys Boys Talkin Talking Down And I Know They Hate Me
The Game Is Good To Me And It's All Gravy Gravy
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
It's Rasaq boy
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby Aye
(Rasaq:)
It's Green In My Hand Playboy It's Not That Kryptonite (It's Not That Kryptonite)
Im So Throwed Little Homey Finna Sip tonight (Im Finna Sip Tonight)
I Wearing Blue Diamonds Looking Like A Crip Tonight
Boys Know I Be Ripping Right I Bring The Heat Like I'm Whipping White Boys Know I Be Rippin Right I Bring The Heat Like Im Whipping White
Going Off The Dome Know Homie I Didn't Write
I'm From The Tex You Could Come Check And See How The Rest Off Yall Niggas Bite
What You Heard About Sipping Sprite Mixed In The Syrup In The Fridge With Ice
Grill In My Mouth When It Hit The Lights And VS1's When It Hit Ya Sight
Niggas Think Im Nice If You Think I Isn't Tight
Then I Bet You Niggas Right Cause I Don't Like To Spit The Mic
If You From Out Of Town Im a Say A Different Price
And The Price Will Never Slice Hustle Hard To Live My Life
The Game Is Good To Me That's Why They Hate Me Baby
Go Get A Mercedes Maybe You Could Chill Stop Acting Shady
Put It On The Pedal I Know You See Me Coming
24 Inch Rims Im Hulling Came Out The Slums And Know I'm Stunting
[Hook:]
What They Talking Bout I Know That They Be Hating Baby
The Game Is Good To Me And It's All Gravy Baby
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby Aye
Boys Boys Talkin Talkng Down On Me And I Know They Hate Me
The Game Is Good To Me And It's All Gravy Baby
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
It's Rasaq boy
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby Aye
[Rasaq:]
The Game Is Gravy Mayne Im In The Latest Thing
Ladies Love To Say My Name Put They Tongue Up On The Brain
Haters Mad But It's A Shame Wanna Run Up Try To Jack My Chain
But You Know Me I Go To The Beat Then Come Back With That Thing And Bang
Yeah I Got Good Aim Niggas No I Aint Know Lame
Black On Black Up On My Slab Black Tint On My Window Pane (Window Pane)
If You Been The Same Nigga It Aint Never Change
Then I really Feel Your Pain Make That Money Come Like Rain (Ching Ching)
Im Bout This Money Man I Tied them Hoes In Rubber Bands
Im Pulling Grams Of That Green They Call Me Money Gram (Get It)
I Need A Hundred Grand I Need Another
Scam
If You With It Then I'm With It Boy What's The Plan
[Hook:]
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got I Got That Gravy Baby
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby (That Good)
I Got That Gravy Baby

[Hook- Rasaq]
I ain't never gon change, I'm so gutter
My jeans always gonna hang, I'm so gutter
See me rollin' on them swangs, I'm so gutter
See me grippin' on that grain, I'm so gutter
I lay back on that butter, I'm so gutter
I stay back in the gutter, I'm so gutter
See me flashin' them roc's, I'm so gutter
Nigga, It's Rasaq on the block
[Verse One- Rasaq]
Ay, I was birthed, from the mud and the dirt
Rose from under the earth, and whiped and dust from my shirt
And occupied the place, in the most ruggedest turf
When niggaz don't got jobs, but they know how to pitch that work
And bein' a hard head, will get you hurt
Niggaz is wet up, and can't wait to let that pistol jerk
Nigga Imma seed, in a garden full of weeds
Murderous thugs n thiefs, make it hard to breathe
And though I blossom by the street, the hood as a higher mount of heat
And it's shortly startin' to wither my leaves
A little boi big in my jeans, livin' my dreams
One day this rap music, gon make me live like a king
But for now I live by them fiends, spit rhymes n sing
Till I'm able to best average ditched in my seems, nigga
[Hook] (Rasaq talking over hook)
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, I ain't never gon change
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, lalala
I'm so gutter, dadadadadadada
[Verse Two- Rasaq]
They got me figured out, no passion no pain
All that flasin' n braggin, make this rappin' so lame
Perhaps his raps, have a lack of no aim
Perhaps when he raps, and he brags on his chain
That infact when he raps, that he acts wit no brain
But infact, it's a fact the cash is his aim
Fans blame the rap game, and attack at his name
But no action get's no game, no rappin' get no change
Would they, rather I slang, while packin' them thangs
Passin' the cocane, lettin' it pass in they veins
I'm not askin' in vane, or goin' back against the grain

[Rasaq - talking]
Ghetto Status, G-g-ghetto Status
Rasaq on the block
G-g-ghetto Status
Ghetto Status baby
Post up, G-g-ghetto Status
G-g-ghetto Status (ye, ye)
[Rasaq]
Ay, I come through in the big black lac
Swangers on the side i'm flippin the back
Matta of fact, it's a fitro crack
It'll hit like a bat, put a rip in ya back
Flippin' stacks, flips n gats
Throwback jerseys mix n match
Throwback verses spit the track
Straight out the dome like fitted caps
Spittin raps, get this cash
Spend this dough, get it back
Get ya hoe, get her smashed
Gettin a slap n send her back
With a bended back, to the friendly cat
Who's showin' love and excepts her back
While I knock her off n I won't spend jack
Imma ghetto status wit a metals back
N this yellow crack n a fellow act
Like I won't react like a do-key gats
And I Won't be back (back, back, back)
[Chamillionaire - talking]
Yeah Chamillionaire and Rasaq, Ghetto Staus
Get ya weight up, get ya heart right mayne
We bout to get this money
Hey Rasaq you wit me?, let's go
[Chamillionaire]
I'm thinkin' ridin' twinkie spokes
Thinkin' thoed, think we broke?, I'm thinkin' nope
Rankie ropes, my niggaz blowin' stanky smoke
Little kids sayin' ay he dope
I ain't gonna lie ya mami knows
She ready to drop her pantie hos
Take em off and hand me those
Bought me kicks and some clothes
Look sexy in platinum, hansome in gold
Watch how high you handle me do
Handle the fo, the cannon will blow
Gamble for dough, stackin them hoes
Mackin them hoes, they watchin' Rasaq
They boppin Rasaq, at first they was takin' me for granted before

[Rasaq]
I'm so ghetto, theres no lights in my house
I don't need to pay the bill, they light up in my mouth
I got teeth, that will make ya demand a reason to watch
Got a facial expression that says you can't be serious
You don't ask questions, you can't be curious
Curiosity killed the cat, click clack blat
For all those who think I'm playin' a game
I got a slug that can't wait, to get aquainted wit ya brain
The heaters pleased to meet you, I know what you thinkin'
'cause the spot where you think and see, is seised
My teeth is see through, when I look in the mirror
I can see my reflection, but it's me times two
My chain is blingin', my drop like a stop light
Red when I stop, when I go it change to kiwi
Ay, ya see me wit a girl in a string bikini
The dang the dingi, the drank is killin' me
And the lane is swingy, screen shot change the tv
Niggaz thank I'm schemin, I'll brang the thingy
Aim and sueeze the trigger, and frame it freely
Ay, you niggaz can't see me
[Lew Hawk]
Look, niggaz better watch they self, every chance they can
'cause I'll snap on a nigga, like the camera man
In the club, when ya holdin' up the camera man
I understand, everythang in life don't go like planned
But I can make a difference, if I stop that plan
I'm fien to throw dubs, on that cream sedan
Betta get naked back, that's more gangsta man
And the hood made me trill, on the time wit the ville
And my heart like steal, 'cause pack on this steal
And I still put in work, 'cause these streets is in me
And when my stomach filthy, Imma make the clip empty
Ya betta empty out ya bag, if ya wanna keep ya life
Make 'em burn to my ashes, 'cause I won't think twice
Think twice, before you ever try to test my muscle
At the age of fourteen, I was bound to hustle
And make moves like a person, way ahead of they time
I'm way ahead of my time, but now I adjust wit time
It's time, to take the south to a whole new era
We got it all covered, like a facial mascera

[talking:]
Yeah, flyest dude I might be yeah ay
The flyest dude I might be, yeah
Ay let me go on brush my shoes off real quick mayn
[Rasaq:]
Wheels spin around, I got kill by the pound
If I turn up my sound, then it drown out the town
I'm thoed with the flow, I can clown with the nines
Blow green to the ceiling, come down to the ground
Is everybody thoed, or is it just me
I'm as fly as the sky, hell yeah I must be
Keeping G bundles, that's my mindframe
Karats in my chain, if you thinking I'm lame
Nigga what is my name, Rasaq to the Mayn
Then to the Boy, cause you know that's my saying
Skills I'm displaying, but the boy still playing
Pull me a yella, high hell Himalayan
Got them pills if you paying, nigga I'm just saying
Hollad at the Wayne, on his cash still weighing
I can shine brighter, when a nigga dark skin
Pull up all silver, in the back of Shark Fin
We don't step out, naw we just park in
Spark in the parking lot, hit the bar for the Henn
With 50/50 Twin, we with fifty thicky friends
I'm talking dime piece, I ain't talking fifty men
Nigga I'm flyer, than the feathers on a hen
Partna it's my turn, so I'm finna set the trend
Gritty cause I want it, so I'm finna cop a Benz
Homie stop playing, hollows cave your chest in
Better wear your vest in, or you gon learn your lesson
I ain't even worried, bout these boys plexing
Pants in the crease, got the starch pressed in
Putting buttons on my rims, like I went and dressed them
Boy who the thoedest, dumb question
I be stretched in a suite, at the Best Western
Boys plexing, but I'm a fly dude
Even when I'm not capping, man I still sound rude
Shoes brand new, and my money new too
Hit the bar for the rounds, bout ten then we through
Playa I should pull, you should try to pull too
Cause if I pull two, two for me and none for you
Hoes on my jock, till they sticking like glue
Hyper light lens, I'ma pull up on blue
I can't even lie, fool I know I'm so cool
Cause when I step out, all the ladies going ooh ooh
[talking:]
Hol' up mayn yeah, we back in effect you know I'm saying
Royal Green boy, you wanna reach the Royal Green
Call 713-454-4881, and also 832-279-1270 mayn
It's going down, in a major way boy

Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a
Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again
Diamonds so large, the minute hand ain't got no time for them
Damn, how you supposed to see the time when them
M&M;, sized diamonds lay right beside the hand
Chamilll, Rasaq and Lil Wayne make a nigga feel ashamed
Trying to hide the bling in the middle of your little chain
In the drain, down it go, say they love the sound of those
Chamilltary boys, we the ill est boys around here hoe
Flyer than a bird yes but your correct if your guess
Is that the eagle gonna hurt when aiming at your bird chest
Pow, forget your feelings, I could care less
Leave you where I leave you, you can see ya in the turbulence
Girl do yourself a favor and don't say I gotta to pay ya
Give a favor to a playa and just pass it to my neighbor
And when you're finished could you tell your friend to flavor
'Cause the king ain't gonna savor, just gonna save that ass for later
Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a
Mayne I'm fly as a plane, me and Lil Wayne
Spitting game, get your girl weezy like his name
We don't have to say a thing 'cause the chain can explain
First they look at the piece then they look at the rang
I'm fly as a pelican, ice on my skeleton
On a Sunday morning, I stay sharper than a reverend
Candy on my doors, looking something like gelatin
Syrup in my cup but I ain't talking 'bout medicine
I'm cold as an Eskimo, throwed from my head to toe
The white tee fresh but it starts in my denims though
Yeah and if I pull down my fly, I could piss on the sky
'Cause nigga I'm that high
I pulled up in Heaven up in the candy painted ride
And I gave Jesus five and I'm still alive
Even though I know them haters wish I would die
Even in they day dreams, I'ma still stay fly boy
Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a, yeah I think you heard me
They call me Bird man Junior, I'm flyer than the rest
I'm trying to get a couple cool pigeons to the nest
And if you look at how the jewels glisten on my chest
Then you will be impressed and yes that's VS
Fly boy to death, I used to only fly
First class on every plane 'til I bought a jet
I'm on the runway, let down the steps
Open the phantom door and light up the cess
I smoke the best, Chamillion come get me
From University of Houston after I pass my test
Swisha lays for sure, it'll come your nerves
So boy I'm so high, I could palm the world
Yeah and I'm strapped for the turbulence
Pow, now you up here with me in a cloud
(Chea)
They call me weezy baby, the son of a stunner
Bitch, I'm flyer than a motherfucker, ya know
Um, if what you heard me, see me in person
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
Even your girlfriend and all her girlfriends
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
I keep you dirty, dirty you heard me
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly, you know, I'm fly
You know, I'm fly as the sky
Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy
Fly like a
Poster child to the pop trunk, I pop it up and let it bang
I'm show ya how to rep the city, correctly run the game
Grip tightly on the grain, turn it left and we call it swang
Let me show ya how to make the baddest ladies scream your name
I'll put that boy J Junior in the future of a body bag
I'm trying to quote that bad body like a boxing bag
Trying to get below the belt and beat it like a boxing jab
Hit it then I quit it like I dropped out of a boxing class
Know how we doing it, we been chopped and screwing it
Coming to get that number one spot you got like Ludacris
We don't be acting groupieish taking a sip out Luda's Cris
We buy our own bottles, grab one and put it to your lips
Hating on your hood, throw your hood up, put it in his face
Repping Texas, got that real estate down in that realest state
Didn't need a bigger place, didn't need a bigger face
On my watch but forgot and went a got them both a place

[Hook:]
Player Come To My City You Gone See Me On Top
Cause I Grind All Day And All Night None Stop
Ima Do Dirt But I Wont See The Box Cause Im Way To Smart And Got To Much Heart
Hate All You Want You Aint Takin My Spot
Cause I Still Be The Man If The Blades Don't Chop
And If You See Me Shining Boy You Better Know Ya Part Cause Im Way Too Hot And You Know You Not
[Rasaq:]
Ima Grind In My City Till You See Me In A Palace
Im Stacking So Much Cash It's Gettin My Hands Kalis
Im Way Above Average It's Best If You Check My Status
Might Rock A Polo But The Rest Of My Flesh Tatted
All My Yellas Baddest They Steady Be Gettin Maddest
My Celly Be Gettin Hit Up My Fedi Be Gettin Faddest
Boy What's The Matter Never Had A Silver Platter
Just A Little Bit Of Henny When Im Ridin On Adaptors
Seesaw The Chatter I Got The Rater Tater
On The Road To Get Rich Mayn Its Mine Over Matter
Ima Paper Stacka I Aint Nothin Like A Rapper
You More Somethin Like A Actor Reading Out The Second Chapter
Eatin Up These Rappers Lika A Pigeon With A Cracker
When You On The Track You Whacker You Aint Never Been A Factor
I Pressure These Streets But I Aint Never Been A Pastor
Ima Glass Grill Flasher Spinnin Glass Wheels Past Ya
[Hook:]
Player Come To My City You Gone See Me On Top
Cause I Grind All Day And All Night None Stop
Ima Do Dirt But I Wont See The Box Cause Im Way To Smart And Got To Much Heart
Hate All You Want You Aint Takin My Spot
Cause I Still Be The Man If The Blades Don't Chop
And If You See Me Shining Boy You Better Know Ya Part Cause Im Way Too Hot And You Know You Not
[Rasaq:]
The Young Boy Is Back I Never Was Finna Loose It
I Put My Thought In The Music They Said That I Couldn't Do It
I Put My Heart In It That Mean You Should Come With It
Im Done With It Take My Money Then I Run With It
Anybody Got A Quarl Then They Better Come With It
All I Need Is A Beat And Im Done In One Minute
Thoed In The Game Even Thoeder In The Brain
When I Rap In The Booth Man The Flow Is Insane
I Go Against The Grain I Done Seen Too Much Pain
So Im Ready With The Toast And I Aint Talkin Champaign
Boy So Real But Never Did That Change
If I Put Down My Chain You Still Aint In My Range
All These Outer Towners Aint Actin The Same
First They Jack The Flow Now They Jackin Our Slang
Its Alot Of Boys Wanna Take Me Out The Game
But I Let My Nuts Hang Tell Em Its A Southern Thang Mayn
[Hook:]
Player Come To My City You Gone See Me On Top
Cause I Grind All Day And All Night None Stop
Ima Do Dirt But I Wont See The Box Cause Im Way To Smart And Got To Much Heart
Hate All You Want You Aint Takin My Spot
Cause I Still Be The Man If The Blades Don't Chop
And If You See Me Shining Boy You Better Know Ya Part Cause Im Way Too Hot And You Know You Not
[Rasaq:]
I Done Made It To The Top But I Done Started At The Bottom
I Done Had Alot Of Problems But Don't Everybody Got Em
Don't Mine Me Im Just Rappin To The Beat
If You Tryna Jack My Peace Then Ima Go And Get The Heat
Pants In The Crease Bout Two Bills At Lease
Teresa Got Me Lookin Like A Beast On These Streets
You Weak And You Looken Even Weaker On These Streets
Ima Kill Da Beat No The Heat Won't Cease
Cheese On My Teeth And Vanilla On My Seats
Got A Million Dollar Smile Everytime A Nigga Speak
Chain On My Tummy No It's Hangin So Funny
Weatherman In My Grill And He Sayin It's Sunny
Come To My City You Gone See We Bout Dem Dollars
I Be Squattin In Impalas Makin Red Bones Holla
And If She Wanna Follow I Just Give Her Head To Swallow
Kick Her Out The Bed Tomorrow
I Don't Never Ever Call Her
[Hook:]
Player Come To My City You Gone See Me On Top
Cause I Grind All Day And All Night None Stop
Ima Do Dirt But I Wont See The Box Cause Im Way To Smart And Got To Much Heart
Hate All You Want You Aint Takin My Spot
Cause I Still Be The Man If The Blades Don't Chop

(*talking*)
Rasaq on the block yeah yeah
Uh, it's the boy Rasaq, Color Changin' Click-clack
Let's go mayn, uh, uh
[Rasaq]
I got them black dudes feeling me
Cause my hand light up in the sky, like the Statue of Liberty
A tattooed celebrity, but I keep the chopper
That go blacka, I push that through your memory
Half of my enemies, wanna see
Me and my bro shot down, like a family of Kennedy's
Ask who as real as me, it's the C.C.C.
You should see, how happy them yella's be
When they see the car, nicely dropped
With the paint job, that look like a icy pop
Your wifey jock, she like Rasaq
Thick hips, with the tiny top
You could find me propped, in a grimy spot
Soon as the nine is popped, your mind is blocked
Your body start tripping, trying to find the clot
Mommy start tripping, trying to find the watch
She wanna find my knots
But all she get is nut, right behind my crotch
Mommy stop, it's Rasaq
When she see the O's and commas, Pocahontus
Coming out those pajamas, you know this mama
And I'm like a camera, focused on her
By the end of the night, I'ma be poking on her
Cause I know she wanna
Niggas think they running this man
[Hook]
Don't get me started, y'all know who the hardest
Doing your thang, but regardless baby
Color Changing Click, is the name
That's running the game
Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change
Mmmmmm, running the game
Get it in your brain nigga, Color Change
Mmmmmm, we running the game
[Chamillionaire]
Let me give you a couple reasons, we running the game
It's Koopa Chamillionaire, and Koopa mayn
How couldn't I spit a flame with a name, like that name
I spit and it's flammable, you can ignite that mayn
Tired of these industry cats, and pretend to be raps
First they pretend to be this, then pretend to be that
No you lying falsifying, when can we see facts
Your raps would be phat, as soon as you pretend to be wack
That, would be a little closer to the truth
I'ma puke if your group, get any closer to the booth
It's an oxygen booth, where it's suppose to be a roof
Cause the air in my braided hair, when I'm opening the Coupe
Rasaq on the dream team now, him a winner
Anybody got any words for him, I'm finna
Slam your face towards my rim, and spin the spinner
So you can tell your friends, you had spinning rims for dinner
Ha-ha, who the heck is better for
A balling metaphor, or go getting cheddar for
A Coupe with the yellow doors, instead of the yella's drawers
If hating on me is a hobby, go get a better chore
Boy, any nigga that got tension
Send you to de-tenetion, and nigga to not mention
Did I mention, you don't want my attention
Crush you like Bone Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching
Let's see what the ambulance, do for you
Well if y'all two brothers, rap is y'all two footer
Little kids naw lady, every thought's too gutter
Don't get it confused, by the name in the cartoon cover
Got paper, longer than your arm
Just look how the boy flosses, hating that boy tosses
His fist towards your face, to your jaw
It's purple as Paul's chorus, Koopa can just haunt it
[Hook]
[Rasaq]
This is for the down South Dirty, swangas vogues
My Northside niggas, my Southside whoa
I slide on the scene, with a mouth full of golds
I slide on the block, like I'm fresh off parole
Not Destiny's Child, but call me Kelly Rowland
Bright red top, and them Perelli's is rolling
And my fellas is holding, the metal he toting
So fellas, please don't provoke him
Dolla bills folding, chicks wanna hold some
Homegirl better stop fronting, and show something
For all my niggas, dosey-do
Two step around the club, like you throwed from dro
Oh, them haters don't trouble me though
Cause this year, I'm bout to make double the do'
All the girls loving him thoed, they loving the flow
Open the do' they come in and go, oh they loving us so
Maybe cause that tattoo's, maybe
Cause we braided up black dudes, maybe cause we rap too
And flash jewels, where shades when the light coming at you
Ice so cold, I got the flu nigga ah-choo
Why you think, they call me Rasaq
I got Rasaq's on the chain, and Rasaq's on the watch
Coming down the block, niggas think it's the cops
Cause the roof turn red, and blue on the top
When niggas point the lead at you, it goes pop
Acres Home's dead at you, we don't stop
It's Houston a hot town, we got it on lock
Before the c.d. drop, it's already on the block
And them girls, already on the jock
And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths drop
Looking shocked, my raps thoed my hooks is hot
I'm thoed weather I spit, hooks or not
I took the block, around the world and back
I took homegirl, around the curb and back
Yeah nigga, the birds is back
And I ain't talking bout herb or crack, I'm talking bout Hershey yaps
But I still, love them thick girls
Hair in a bun, rocked up in a thick swirl
Stay down with me, we bout to get rich girl
If you picture fit girl, damn I really miss girl
I leave her on the curb, with her lip curled
Her friend wouldn't shut her up, now she interrupt
Seat bout to fuck her up, pick her up
The seats really love her butt, she think I love her butt
I'm too gutter, for buttercup
I'm in a Coupe counting butter up, man
(*talking*)
Rasaq on the block nigga, uh
Ghetto Sta-uh, Ghetto Status niggas