We Got A Dolla! (Hey Hey Hey Hey)? by. B.Lett

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edited May 2010 in Roc The Mic Audio
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(Verse 1)

Royce on the come up- the mic is my weapon
they messed around to reunite the master w/ the nunchuck
I level the playin field- bricks w/ the 1 up
starpower for me- the flower's for my mother
and the shrooms for the payin customers- give em love
I'm the outlet w/ the work up in my pocket from plugs
I hustle like a mug just to keep on the lights, water
but they hatin on the buzz like a fly swatter
Visualize em blow, C-4 to the eye sockets
Royce is a shoveler of ? - so why talk it?
Sleepin on my show- I'm being booked- they Tom Sawyers
Yo boy count the chips- tell them chickens to bon voyage
iridescent shine so I'm keepin the locs w/ me
Incandescent mind- I read the bible and smoke PHILLiesss
I get up on the mic and bare the naked in lyrics
as i stress about the wages that they take from a ?
I'm collectin reparations from the gov chillin it
as we speak, on the creep so come and ? w/ yo villian
I take the sky for ransom as I aim at the moon w/ it
shake my change cup on the strip, and whistle tunes w/ it
pixalated blood comes w/ the game,they Boon w/ it
I flame from the first person range, so doom w/ it
Kirby's wanna suck em- cuz he about a balla!
my whole crew eatin cuz WE GOT A DOLLA!

(Verse 2)

Roll up the paper and rush that- the infant of the block
my hubcaps crawl like rugrats-
We grubbin w/ the gluttony- paper in tall stacks
no one could ? w/ me- man, these haters should fall back
I rode street ponies to the crib- he off that
guess I'm what it is till they bring New York back
Royce through cuffin on a ? - you lock that
you ? talk defensive pimpin- you ? that
I learn my protegez bout the games these hoes play
White woman lips can turn a ? to O J
black girl mouth could turn a ? to Ike Turner
Custom made kicks for the whip w/ the bright burners
? w/ a trick expectin money to bounce outcha
when i spit the gift- the ears lift like Alfalfa
Money rainin here other- ? need drought counslers
Mad potent ? - you can get bout an ounce out us
Slicker than a story tellin Rick- I got one
Make these hoes feel it like they rode my shotgun

While its loaded-yo boy ? around and exploded on the scene

minish cap with some evisu jeans

The safety inspectors say that he too clean

w/ his lyricism- but the pandemic still killin ?

Leave execs at the round table tell they ass holla

While I'm wavin w/ the pomade- WE GOT A DOLLA!