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letra de u no what i'm sayin - boldy james

[intro: boldy james]
detroit, blocks, loops
amazing grayce
cobalt h-rns
coolie high alumni
bold face james
what up though?
227, concreatures
you already know
yeah
[verse 1: boldy james]
you a little vicious, i’m a big dangerous
i spit angel dust, you fictitious
that’s an understatement, i bleed the pavement
and speak slanguage, a whole ‘nother language
call it broken english, that’s big talk
big city boy detroit, sl!ck talk
run up on me, get hip-tosse, smoking on
hay in the middle of the barn, no pitchfork
crucial conflict of interest, an insult
i get you shot in a mexican standoff
trading places mortimer and randolph
exchanging cases, quarterbacking handoffs
if you ain’t from the hood, you wouldn’t understand
not near a word that the plug saying
but my money good, and i know cocaine
so what’s understood, don’t gotta be explained

[chorus: boldy james]
it’s me boldy james, you know the name
the commissioner stern, taking over the game
flipping the birds, baking soda the ‘caine
so f-ck what you heard, you know what i’m saying?
you know what i’m paying? you know what i’m weighing?
come f-ck with the firm, the f-ck is you saying?
the commissioner stern, taking over the game
so f-ck what you heard, you know what i’m saying?
[verse 2: boldy james]
can’t even order rylie’s, without the federals
watching my moves in that new yukon denali
bumping trapper’s alley, a fed charge make [?]
snitch on his mother and sally jackson
raphael, tattle-telling motherf-cker
gave up his brother and his man got teddy riley
got my mobile telly, cellular line on gregory hines
i just thank god they never popped me
popping scrips ot, n-ggas was sloppy
taking them road trips, riding in them jalopies
it only take one slip, what if they would’ve stopped me?
i did a lot of dirt, that was far from godly
but by the skin of my t–th, i made it scot-free
put in a lot of work, meeting up with poppy
now i supply the weight, he used to front and spot me
i’m plugged outer sp-ce, beam me up scotty

[chorus: boldy james]
it’s me boldy james, you know the name
the commissioner stern, taking over the game
flipping the birds, baking soda the ‘caine
so f-ck what you heard, you know what i’m saying?
you know what i’m paying? you know what i’m weighing?
come f-ck with the firm, the f-ck is you saying?
the commissioner stern, taking over the game
so f-ck what you heard, you know what i’m saying?
[verse 3: boldy james]
i’m saying, anyone have any suggestions?
what up doe? you answered your own question
doe, that’s what’s up, get your cream stacking up
kraft singles and cheese until you rack it up
sky high, no tax or cut
money talk bullsh-t, run a marathon, so pack it up
like a carry on, when you catch the bus
f-ck all the fronting for, if you can’t back it up?
cause in that brown paper bag, ain’t no packaged lunch
and we call it trinidad cause it pack a punch
when i pull up, have that cash, when i pop the trunk
catch a bullet in your ass, cause i’m not the one
to be f-cked with, this is business
not personal and you not to be trusted
on some real n-gga concreature thug sh-t
i’m murdered you boldy blocks is corrupted

- boldy james

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