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letra de how it sounds - sean price

[verse one: sean price]
i’m boot camp for life
never worry about the god i get cream
say i switch teams, get lumped like mitch green
yo, plus i’m mfc for life
like my hennessy straight in a gl-ss, no ice
you remember me? great, if i p-ss your wife
remember me through our seed, her -ss is trife
know, i push a hot car
go in a hot bar
slap the bartender, go outside p-ss on a cop car
n-ggas tell me “ruck you’se the b-st-rd type.”
i’m like, “go f-ck yourself you hermaphrodite.”
never do a show, a song unless the cash is right
but i give a ho a thong if her -ss is tight
copping an e, yo ma, pop to your knee
have you knocking my knees, bust a shot on her tee
when i jump out the car, eyes locking at me
ain’t my fault that i’m popular b
f-ck you looking at?

[scratch hook]
“see how it sounds” – krs-one ‘my philosophy’
“you see it” – m.o.p ‘foundation’
“a lot of” – krs-one ‘my philosophy’
“mc’s” – sl!ck rick
“see how it sounds”
“you’re about to see” – rakim ‘microphone fiend’
“heavy dream cats” – qn5 ‘ghetto like d&d’
“get paid”
“see how it sounds”
“you see it”
“a lot of”
“mc’s”
“see how it sounds”
“you’re about to see”
“rapper’s back on another level” – big noyd ‘usual suspects’

[verse two: jimmy grands]
huh
living next door to the ones that’ll leave you leaky
burn one for freaky
burn one for pun
burn one for l
burn one if you like the burn and the smell
jimmy go on spree and twist about three of the things
y’all n-ggas know the songs i sing
that nasty, filthy, underground
urban, stocking cap over the turban
so whether country
whether city
e’rywhere
spit it -n-log, spit it digi
uh huh
watch me, y’all know the god do rhyme
roll with fam that 9 to 5 and do crime
i’m like no other
i rhyme cause i love ta
and still chop my weed up on album covers
jimmy grand review, my preview bumping
some be the sh-t, forever dumping
uh huh

[scratch hook]

[verse three: ag]
y’all n-ggas be fronting on a like, “he ain’t hot.”
c-ck it and blast it in they face n-gga and he ain’t shot
just a verse of the lead and we never do like them
it’s too late in this game to be telling ya, who i am
but i’m the rapper that battled the beast
same one that married the priest of the nun that carry the seed
we weed addicts that ain’t never high
if doug and dave tell you they don’t p-ss it, they ain’t never lie
so we the ones that lock the cops up
i even rock the drop with the top up
hear the shots and not duck
ag is the b-st-rd that slaved the master
and i shine when i want just to play with nasa
i’m the tale that wagged the dog
we walk before we had to crawl
i’m the nut that p-ssed the [?]
we the cause and effect and raw as it get
and we that call that’s collect that y’all don’t wanna accept
c’mon

[scratch hook]

- sean price

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