Scenario Freestyle Black Hippy
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[Intro/Hook]
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what’s the, what’s the, what’s the scenario (x2)
[SchoolBoy Q]
Crept up in this muthafucka soundin like a stun gun
Fresh up out the hotbox got me smellin' like marijuana
Flyer than a Desert Eagle when it’s starin’ down lookin’ at my people
Shootin muthafuckas down just because I’m evil
Live and direct like Cable TV pay-per view pay me
Who Q? Ha-chu yeah blessed it, beautifulest tune
You’ll tune on the record
Everything is coke so I kick like Liu Kang
Thinkin you can really get with this man you playin
Get you a platoon, yeah floatin’ like balloons
Get so high got to space then I shitted on the moon
Went into a rage now the sun won’t shade Mars
Know I got bars so I’m aimin for the stars
Everyone applaud, praise to the genius
Never would like to let the hoes bow to the penis
Feenish
[Kendrick Lamar]
Kendrick relentless in other words a dentist
I’m in they mouth without a doubt
It’s funky grab an incent
Grab a honkey, grab a nigga, grab a wetback, grab a chink
Then put ‘em in a box like Michael and Leon Spinks
Then tell me what you get for cultures feeling me
As if they was blind and braille on my sleeve
Peace, to hip-hop, down to earth
Word to the voice of Chris Rock
Can I rock like a '88 Camaro and T-Top
Whoa, the scenario seem to flip like an aerial
As I dip like a pull-up bar at the gym
Won’t you witness the gem
I’m a troop from Angola and
You a cop on patrol that’s trying to Axel Foley
As dumb as Napoleon Dynamite and I’m quick to blow up then BOOM
Combustible like flames and petroleum
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what’s the, what’s the, what’s the scenario (x2)
[SchoolBoy Q]
Crept up in this muthafucka soundin like a stun gun
Fresh up out the hotbox got me smellin' like marijuana
Flyer than a Desert Eagle when it’s starin’ down lookin’ at my people
Shootin muthafuckas down just because I’m evil
Live and direct like Cable TV pay-per view pay me
Who Q? Ha-chu yeah blessed it, beautifulest tune
You’ll tune on the record
Everything is coke so I kick like Liu Kang
Thinkin you can really get with this man you playin
Get you a platoon, yeah floatin’ like balloons
Get so high got to space then I shitted on the moon
Went into a rage now the sun won’t shade Mars
Know I got bars so I’m aimin for the stars
Everyone applaud, praise to the genius
Never would like to let the hoes bow to the penis
Feenish
[Kendrick Lamar]
Kendrick relentless in other words a dentist
I’m in they mouth without a doubt
It’s funky grab an incent
Grab a honkey, grab a nigga, grab a wetback, grab a chink
Then put ‘em in a box like Michael and Leon Spinks
Then tell me what you get for cultures feeling me
As if they was blind and braille on my sleeve
Peace, to hip-hop, down to earth
Word to the voice of Chris Rock
Can I rock like a '88 Camaro and T-Top
Whoa, the scenario seem to flip like an aerial
As I dip like a pull-up bar at the gym
Won’t you witness the gem
I’m a troop from Angola and
You a cop on patrol that’s trying to Axel Foley
As dumb as Napoleon Dynamite and I’m quick to blow up then BOOM
Combustible like flames and petroleum
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