letra de chapelle - ftl_sol
dave chappelle:
“let’s see how the blacks respond to drums…
questlove
go!”
sol:
flow like a broke water main in a scuba suit
i’ma settle for atlanta ’til i do the louvre
too cool, sol kick it like a puma shoe
my chick bad your b-tch got a booty-do
“hootie hooooo”
throw the deuce when i’m cruising
f-ck a b-tch i hustle for the money keep it moving
haste make waste but the pace stay grueling
b-tch i’m a hit and that’s word to your bruises
heard your chick got that gooding, cuba
sol got her busting like 3:10 to yuma
i’m in the ‘jects like juicy and the super
getting prayed on by a grade a cougar
krueger, sharper than that mother f-cker freddy
creeping so slow in that 7-4 chevy
n-ggas can’t sea me, putting up a levee
nah, n-ggas can’t see me like a mother f-cking yeti, dog
shawty say i’m on how i get her off
i just bust it down but she wanna go steady
nawww
see i don’t know about all that
stand up guy but i’m might bout to fall back
like autumn, again, see the blossoms
white boys like, “d-mn sol this is awesome!”
all my folks just bobbin, rocking
i’m looking up at pops like, “yea we got em”
ya’ll hawking, it’s back to the drawing board
pack more swag than you probably ever saw before
more green in my sack than a golf course
i go the distance like a godd-mn par four
cuz i be giving wood to these hoes like a saw horse
real talk, shawty rock ’til her jaw sore
yup, i’m k!lling these n-ggas like saw iv
brah, i’m running this b-tch like parkour
ungh, i’m like dexter of this rap sh-t
plastic wrap the track, stab it’s a wrap quick
blowing chronic, low pro, black tint
zipped up in bags, when it happens, that’s it
i seen ’em come, watched ’em go, watched ’em rise
simmered it and rocked the c0ke
put it in the strainer like a pasta bowl
colder than a up-north rasta boll
i gotta live life down to the wire
probably why your wife bowing down to the sire
kush damp, need a towel or a dryer
light it like a lamp then i blow like the prior
strong, make me kauf-man like andy
life span made me what you can’t be
so swag n-ggas talking bout “d-mn me”
cuz i’m in they b-tches heads like a hands free
said i’m on the way, now she getting ancy
in your living room, sippin on chianti
poke her with the stake, i don’t mean antes
sol in the house ya’ll ain’t even in the shanty
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