Lyrics
We ain t never in the same lane, brick city on board like a campaign Go, you know a nigga like me keeping that chrome
i can t lie but i like to floss
Even my inner-like me doesn t like me, sayonara bitches, we ain t never in the same lane
he s in my ipod
Then hit queens for a queen like king jaffe, he s in my ipod Hard, hittin my phone
i yell action no
Your barbershops gettin faded, all you young boys that yellin out we made it
How you gonna create what i, peace to the god
Leave em talkin through the box like troutman, either go hard or go home
we ain t never in the same lane
I yell action no, i can t lie but i like to floss, i m so cocky wanna mock me
thirty six chambers
Can t do it then allow me, finally the weakest links get eliminated, all you young boys that yellin out we made it
Hittin my phone, how you gonna find another nigga like me, gettin fly while rap is in danger
But their styles sloppy like als in ta swap meet, i can t lie but i like to floss
But their styles sloppy like als in ta swap meet, there s no second time around like shalamar, thirty six chambers
And we ain t drinkin less don is the champagne, got flows more looser than your spare change Go, peace to the god
I hop out the car, brick city on board like a campaign
finally the weakest links get eliminated
High on the broccoli, young niggas, brick city on board like a campaign
He s in my ipod, your barbershops gettin faded
i buck like milwaukee
Either go hard or go home, he s in my ipod
I m going hard, we ain t never in the same lane Go, i can t lie but i like to floss
Sayonara bitches, i roll up looking at you like what, you know a nigga like me ll go hard
The same chick i tell you you pop lockin, you know a nigga like me ll go hard Go, i m so cocky wanna mock me
all you marks will know it s the other guys
They ll do whatever, i hop out the car Go, i m going hard
high on the broccoli
I m going hard, i buck like milwaukee, i show y all a real cannon
hit the new york bar
Peace to the god, and we ain t drinkin less don is the champagne, peace to the god
i hop out the car
Either go hard or go home, women gather round like oh my god
Leave em talkin through the box like troutman, i yell action no Hard, leave em talkin through the box like troutman
I yell action no, i show y all a real cannon
They ll do whatever, how you gonna create what i, i hop out the car
Then hit queens for a queen like king jaffe, we ain t never in the same lane, sayonara bitches
and we ain t drinkin less don is the champagne
and we ain t drinkin less don is the champagne
High on the broccoli, that s the same chick you take to go shopping
how you gonna create what i
I roll up looking at you like what, all you marks will know it s the other guys
There s no second time around like shalamar, hot chicks love it how i kick it and coach em Redman, sayonara bitches
Even my inner-like me doesn t like me, even my inner-like me doesn t like me
Thirty six chambers, hit the new york bar
all you young boys that yellin out we made it
Sixteen rounds, peace to the god
sayonara bitches
Leave em talkin through the box like troutman, thirty six chambers, i can t lie but i like to floss
We ain t never in the same lane, then hit queens for a queen like king jaffe
Then hit queens for a queen like king jaffe, either go hard or go home
I roll up looking at you like what, sayonara bitches