ColdmaN5 - Revolve One or Two Lyrics

Pop off that cork
'Cause I'm movin' to New York
Land of fingertip and mustard salad
Oh wait I must be lost in Dallas
Someone said there's a method to my madness
Maybe so but there's no end to my badness
I'll pop a top pop a cop right in the head
Drink some beer snort some coke and eat some lead
Hit the dancefloor and bust a move
Slide up slide down bust a groove
Move mountains with my patented twist
Devour a bouncer if I didn't make his list

I'm mean but I'm still kinda happy
But my stepchild don't call me pappy
Fill my tooth with gold but it tastes crappy
I battle rap my goods for money and fame
Spittin' rhyme and flshin' bling to make you look lame
Go ahead and sit in the corner and cry
'Cause the Offspring's wrong you ain't fly for a white guy
I'm a Crusada and I'm a playa
See me in the streets you better say yo' praya
Grown up in the hood where I was raised
Mama had nothin' but a two-dollar traila
Growin' up was hard had to fight for my rights
Every day before class throw down for a fight
Slept with a night light wasn't very bright
Mama couldn't afford batteries

I'm spittin' lip like a fat kid lost his grip
When he tried to hold it in but he felt it slip
Right in front of his class he let one rip
Sniffin' cheese I ain't sayin' please
Got my fingers in some grease a bona fide release
Got babies in my cribs all wearin' their bibs
Like a baby kennel you can have first dibs
Rearranged more teeth than a second rate dentist
Oh that ain't what you asked you asked where George Wendt went

B-ballin' like a thug tripped on my rug
In mid-air I turned mama's got a rug burn
Flip the switch in the ditch takes two to scratch the itch
If you're gonna be a snitch I'll call you a buttcrack

Did time for my crimes spittin' these rhymes
Got signed doin' time Corona with lime
Gone to jail without bail slower than a snail
Met a guy named Dale looked a little too pale
Tough as a nail worked on the rail
Offed by a cop who took off into the swamp
I chased him and maced him and raced him and lost him

Bullet to the badge bullet in the latch
Bake another batch fake another stick 'em up
Mama put on ice I'll get my revenge

Go down to the ghetto on the way stop at Citgo
Fill up my tank, then it's time to get go
Gas prices are up to three dollars a gallon
Went in and paid to a guy named Allen
Sped down the alleyway all the way up to forty-five
May not sound like much but the speed limit's thirty
Passin' some women all of them purty
Got thoughts through my mind all of them dirty

To get to the rap game I gotta change my name
It ain't no thing it's just gotta contain "bling"
Can't wait to see the video for this song
Lots of close-up naked butts only wearing a thong
Look at my necklace it's a 200-carat cross
Use the chain to floss a million ain't no loss
It just signals to the masses God is my boss
Though I'm stealin' dough and pimpin' hoes
And I've killed more people than the Gestapo
I'm a lean mean killin' machine
Got a chrome .45 on my passenger seat

Shot so many times I'm almost made of metal
Sued so many times my favorite word is settle
Oh and hey parents I'm your children's role model
Got three cars while dying kids in Asia starve
Got more drugs than the average school bus

Yeah I got the life
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Yeah I got the life
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