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Cipo - Breakfast Time Lyrics



Cipo - Breakfast Time Lyrics




[ Featuring Space ]

(Ayo Cip it was bout time to do this one)
(Yeaaa boii)
(Heh hah haaa)
Stay outta trouble, that's what my mother told me
So in turn I learned to have some down ass co-d's
Cip the homie nah cip the fam cuz
Disrespect and get yo ass blammed up
Ask about me my rep is real
Weapons charge and all, ya boy in love with steel
Like the Carnegie's, f*ck you wanna-bes
My heat'll air your ass out like the sauna b
Hard times call for hard rhymes
4th down and goal, in the 1 or 2 yard line
Hit the hole like Bettis, flow restless
Biggest thing in America, like Texas
Bet this time around, they get they timing down
Lie em down like sentencing the stones look how we shinin now
Hardbody buddy, I ain't softenin'
P.A.T. C-I-P... Brolic Offering
Aye, aye... P.A.T, CIP... Brolic Offering

See when I write, I'm listenin to greats, not to mimick what they say, just watchin the company I keep
Then I bless pages, visions of life into pressed phrases with a blunt of burnin tree
In the best way making heads sway, from the back to the front as they noddin to the beat
You can act how you want, turn ya back but don't front on the kid, got a problem with the CIP?
Then express it forward
Don't act like a heard you talkin
Just smoke to the roach hand the clip that's the burntest offering
Don't play with that act I prefer approachin
Shit'll get hot like a furnace smokin
Kid'll get dropped like his learnin lowered
Or moved to the side, pass you up, you don't go with that tough guy role
We here for the Brolic Offering

After the kush gone, we push on
Get our cook on
Cuz we gon keep burnin green til the bush gone
Ayo Bush gone (Bush gone? Bush gone?)
Obama in I swear it feels like a crook gone
Gas more than a gallon a milk
I ain't cryin cuz I realize it's all what you built
4 years in Iraq now
5 years and bin laden still ain't caught one in his hat... how?
Life crazy and cash king
Cuz a nigga clap his mom to get his hands on cream
Fiends blowin yo my cell at absurd hours
It's a recession otherwise I wouldn't serve those cowards
Power of money is a motherf*cker ask around
Lil' homie got raided for a half a pound
How that sound? but as real as my voice
Some of us don't hustle out of choice...
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(Ayo Cip it was bout time to do this one)
(Yeaaa boii)
(Heh hah haaa)
Stay outta trouble, that's what my mother told me
So in turn I learned to have some down ass co-d's
Cip the homie nah cip the fam cuz
Disrespect and get yo ass blammed up
Ask about me my rep is real
Weapons charge and all, ya boy in love with steel
Like the Carnegie's, f*ck you wanna-bes
My heat'll air your ass out like the sauna b
Hard times call for hard rhymes
4th down and goal, in the 1 or 2 yard line
Hit the hole like Bettis, flow restless
Biggest thing in America, like Texas
Bet this time around, they get they timing down
Lie em down like sentencing the stones look how we shinin now
Hardbody buddy, I ain't softenin'
P.A.T. C-I-P... Brolic Offering
Aye, aye... P.A.T, CIP... Brolic Offering

See when I write, I'm listenin to greats, not to mimick what they say, just watchin the company I keep
Then I bless pages, visions of life into pressed phrases with a blunt of burnin tree
In the best way making heads sway, from the back to the front as they noddin to the beat
You can act how you want, turn ya back but don't front on the kid, got a problem with the CIP?
Then express it forward
Don't act like a heard you talkin
Just smoke to the roach hand the clip that's the burntest offering
Don't play with that act I prefer approachin
Shit'll get hot like a furnace smokin
Kid'll get dropped like his learnin lowered
Or moved to the side, pass you up, you don't go with that tough guy role
We here for the Brolic Offering

After the kush gone, we push on
Get our cook on
Cuz we gon keep burnin green til the bush gone
Ayo Bush gone (Bush gone? Bush gone?)
Obama in I swear it feels like a crook gone
Gas more than a gallon a milk
I ain't cryin cuz I realize it's all what you built
4 years in Iraq now
5 years and bin laden still ain't caught one in his hat... how?
Life crazy and cash king
Cuz a nigga clap his mom to get his hands on cream
Fiends blowin yo my cell at absurd hours
It's a recession otherwise I wouldn't serve those cowards
Power of money is a motherf*cker ask around
Lil' homie got raided for a half a pound
How that sound? but as real as my voice
Some of us don't hustle out of choice...
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Writer: Cale Readid, Joeseph Cipolletti
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Cipo - Breakfast Time Video
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Performed By: Cipo
Featuring: Space
Length: 2:45
Written by: Cale Readid, Joeseph Cipolletti

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