[Intro: Samples]
“Yeah boy!” - Sample from Flavor Flav
“I know you gonna dig this - Sample from Car Wash (1976)
“Pump up the volume - Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim's "I Know You Got Soul" (x8)
[Verse 1: Kosha Dillz]
I was a real hothead out the twin-sized bed
Mom woke me up. Melted cheese, egg on Jewish challah bread
Sixth grade, getting paid into duels proper
Hustled five crackers at my middle school locker
Piggybank grow fat like Diddy bankroll
[?] and jaws that can’t blow
Self done changed. Fascinated by the game, I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices for my video games
Mortal Kombat. Time for no contract
Back to the Future—no one told McFly, but where my moms at?
[?], face shining
Drug-addicted, no label would sign me
We grew up three sons. I was the youngest
Most talented, dumbest, stuffed my face
With garlic peanut hummus. The hardest lesson learned
While my varsity sports team that never succeeded
[Hook: C-Rayz Walz and (Kosha Dillz)]
My rhymes ain’t good? My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that’s my childhood
(We grew up playing, running bases)
Ten years later, I was on the streets, running with baseheads
My rhymes ain’t good? My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that’s my childhood
(Always kept my mouth shut), thought I was about bucks
(My pops put the house up). He said:
“Yeah boy!” - Sample from Flavor Flav
“I know you gonna dig this - Sample from Car Wash (1976)
“Pump up the volume - Sample from Rakim on Eric B. & Rakim's "I Know You Got Soul" (x8)
[Verse 1: Kosha Dillz]
I was a real hothead out the twin-sized bed
Mom woke me up. Melted cheese, egg on Jewish challah bread
Sixth grade, getting paid into duels proper
Hustled five crackers at my middle school locker
Piggybank grow fat like Diddy bankroll
[?] and jaws that can’t blow
Self done changed. Fascinated by the game, I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices for my video games
Mortal Kombat. Time for no contract
Back to the Future—no one told McFly, but where my moms at?
[?], face shining
Drug-addicted, no label would sign me
We grew up three sons. I was the youngest
Most talented, dumbest, stuffed my face
With garlic peanut hummus. The hardest lesson learned
While my varsity sports team that never succeeded
[Hook: C-Rayz Walz and (Kosha Dillz)]
My rhymes ain’t good? My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that’s my childhood
(We grew up playing, running bases)
Ten years later, I was on the streets, running with baseheads
My rhymes ain’t good? My rhymes misunderstood?
(Pardon me again, dog), ‘cause that’s my childhood
(Always kept my mouth shut), thought I was about bucks
(My pops put the house up). He said:
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