Spazz Out 2 Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five (Ft. Puba & The Restless)
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[Hook]
This is for my niggas on the block, yo spazz out
Everybody in the spot, yo spazz out!
You feminist cause it's hot you wanna spazz out!
Just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck
My thugs doin' biz, yo spazz out
Them young niggas on the strip just spazz out
You on ya own, you wanna live just spazz out
Then just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck
[Verse 1]
We rappers, we chrome witty type
This to my niggas blaze a fifty light
What and get cha' high on
Ya shit is on dubs nigga, shit get cha' ride on
We gon' spazz out, get drunk to this
From the top y'all know y'all can't fuck with this
The R-E double S with the Grand Puba
Picture us stackin' down, shit we came too far
We done paid our dues, still in the game
Why these niggas actin' like they can't feel the pain
My thoughts is deep, Suburban slang up with heat
Talk is cheap, just show me money, them big faces
Been down since RUN-DMC with big laces
Tapes, diamond nigga we bout to hit that
Hit it at the club all y'all hoes gon' bizack
Big exec checks, bitch nothin' less
And I pull on the strip with Jets, Harley nigga
This is for my niggas on the block, yo spazz out
Everybody in the spot, yo spazz out!
You feminist cause it's hot you wanna spazz out!
Just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck
My thugs doin' biz, yo spazz out
Them young niggas on the strip just spazz out
You on ya own, you wanna live just spazz out
Then just wild out to this cause we don't give a fuck
[Verse 1]
We rappers, we chrome witty type
This to my niggas blaze a fifty light
What and get cha' high on
Ya shit is on dubs nigga, shit get cha' ride on
We gon' spazz out, get drunk to this
From the top y'all know y'all can't fuck with this
The R-E double S with the Grand Puba
Picture us stackin' down, shit we came too far
We done paid our dues, still in the game
Why these niggas actin' like they can't feel the pain
My thoughts is deep, Suburban slang up with heat
Talk is cheap, just show me money, them big faces
Been down since RUN-DMC with big laces
Tapes, diamond nigga we bout to hit that
Hit it at the club all y'all hoes gon' bizack
Big exec checks, bitch nothin' less
And I pull on the strip with Jets, Harley nigga
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