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letra de banned from the game - lil dayne

[intro: lil dayne]
uh, banned from tv beat right here
shout out nore!
r.i.p big pun!
yeah!
yeah!
let’s go!
[verse: lil dayne]
uh, ayo, it’s deezy m-th-f-ckin’, you know i’ve been awakened
b-tch, i’m cooking something; you n-ggas just fake’n
i’m just decorating, then i get blankets
cover you n-ggas up then tuck you into my greatness
coop got the cameras on so i got to show off
punch you n-ggas in the face, i’ll knock your nose off
deezy spit snowb-lls: catch it in your face, b-tch
frame game, dayne; mane, i deserve a raise b-tch
ninten game flow: straight-in-the-vein flow
i’ll only be spittin’ the rhymes out the window
stronger than drano, your boyfriend a lame-o
and if you’re being tough, don’t go runnin’ to the po-po
go further myer, spittin’ all this fire
you enjoy this sandwich there’s knuckle in the rye
ball cause i gotta, they love me in the morning
tell ‘em i’m the king, them other n-ggas prince charming
i love to rock the mic, there’s nothing like performing
man they in love with my form: i’m formin’
forewarning: danny d’s on, and we can shoot it out
i got my uzi drawn; yeah
take that, lil n-gga, you upset?
i limp to the side like a nam vet
play ball, spit rhymes like blake griffen
whole country in recession, but dayne different
uh, and i’m an elantra driva, haven’t drove it one time
i got a cool black driver, can’t walk around with guns
i got a dude that got ’em; don’t worry if i’m shootin’
as long as you get shot; give me a feast, give me some meat b-lls!
i want some gravy, i want some cole slaw
give me a feast! give me some good food
i got my money right, i am so crude
haha, yeah, it’s like 7 in the morning’, n-gga
i’m up for whoever the opponent, n-gga
stop the track, and let me bask in the moment, n-gga
now bring that motherf-cker back, cause i’m goin’ in, n-gga
i go hard like kobe with the ball
and stuntin’ is a habit, so i’ll get like ‘em all
and man, i’m so high it’s like an ever-lasting fall
and i’m k!lling these hoes like james orenthal
uh, i bet that protractor get his mind right
right like an angle, t’was not in plain sight
super hero car like i crime fight
i get whole grains, you n-ggas white rice
uh, jd still rollin’ with me
still stickin’ to the script like morgan freeman
think you all can get it? then you must be dreamin’
bout to shoot you in head, your brain’s gleamin’
uh, basically, i’m still a gangsta
till capone come i’mma whack a n-gga
y’all too same: i’m diverse
my words keep goin’ put ‘em in your purse
i’m a sick dawg: put me down, b-tch
i get big checks: apple town, b-tch
yeah, mean mug, tiger woods sh-t
and the bloods’ red like clown lips
uh, dietz, i can’t stop goin’
i’m runnin’ round third and i’m about to go home
bout to be the best to ever do it, weezy done it, i’mma do it
watch my shoes dietzy baby, i’mma beat these n-gga to it! uh!
[outro: lil dayne]
hahahaha
yeah!
young danny bay-bay!
this what y’all been waitin’ for?!?
hahahahaha

- lil dayne

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