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letra de ain't come to play (demo) - rehab

[verse 1 brooks buford]
hey, don’t worry about me, i’m doin’ fine
want to knock my head off, get in line
i’m on like grits and dunkin’ dime
couldn’t be rap/rock cause we can’t rhyme
this year, rehab on the cover of time
nineteen grammys and a clothing line
“bout tired of ya’ll r-t-rds not gettin’ it
rhyme’s so dope, it can’t be bit
now every d-mn cracker want to rap and sh-t
acid rock l!cks hot up in the mix
might get away with it on rock radio
but come ’round here, get slapped with flow
i know you know i’ll take your ho
i’m throwin’ bottles, thumbs and elbows
everytime i see a video, i think about t-tty, tv
i want to know where the dough go
i’m dirty southern skies, smothered and covered
errr! hit it raw, no rubber
brooks you’re stupid, naw dawg i’m a g*nius
got a wide-load hanging down from my wee-wee
you’re a food court rhymer up in the mall
i’m a world-wide phenomenon walkin’ through walls
many been mangled thoughts been angled
since i stepped out the buford triangle
happy, happy, happy, naw
get into the pit, break a jaw
let off steam, f-ck the scene
don’t give a d-mn you cheeks are clean
i don’t feel love unless you bleeds
i don’t want to mosh, i wanna stampede
yeeahh, get up, get up, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

[verse 2 danny boone]
i cannot make a mistake by being my f-ckin’ self
and if you ain’t lookin’ for me, you can settle for someone else
a punk, who’s willin’ to suck your d-ck and wipe your stinkin’ -ss
those clothes, money and ho’s don’t give you a l!ck of cl-ss
i can’t believe i’ve got myself into this f-cked-up situation where
i don’t know what you want from me and now i don’t f-ckin’ care
if i gotta to wear fubu and get a new do to rock you
then f-ck you and suck my c-ck too cause phony is something i cannot do
that ain’t my talent dumb–ss
you can drop me and three years from now this’ll be the new sh-t
and if that’s what you want then right now i’m teachin’ you how to do sh-t
man, f-ck a thug, f-ck a lie, f-ck a scheme
if you can’t market the truth, then don’t f-ck with me
ya’ll don’t want to break new ground so call the lawyer
draw up the paper work, release me, forget it
or f-ckin’ blow me up, in which case, you still get the credit

get up or lay down, get up or lay down
get up or lay down, get up or lay down
get up or lay down, get up or lay down
get up or lay down

[hook]
we ain’t come to play, get outta the way
or where you stand is right where you’ll lay
i want to see your arm’s movin’ side to side
you want to win, then be on my side
we ain’t come to play, get outta the way
or where you stand is where you’ll lay
i want to see your arms movin’ side to side
you want to win, be on my side
we ain’t come to play, get outta the way
or where you stand is right where you’ll lay
i want to see your arm’s movin’ side to side
you want to win, then be on my side
we ain’t come to play, get outta the way
or where you stand is where you’ll lay
i want to see your arms movin’ side to side
you want to win, be on my side

suck my motherf-ckin’ d-ck. b-tch!

- rehab

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