Sunstroke lyrics ( Easy Mo Bee )
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Rate Sunstroke LyricsArtist : Easy Mo Bee Song : Sunstroke
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feat. Da Rainjahz, Lil' Jeter, Sauce Money
[Verse 1: Sauce Money]
Five star General spit, hush them niggas
I star, why even discuss them niggas?
by far, I'm the shit, flush them niggas
f**k them niggas, I'ma crush them niggas
chrome heater, street sweeper
gun shots get deeper, cough up a lung and a liter
Twelve shot Nine now, one of my new pets
and when these twins squeeze it sounds like duets
nigga burn, yeah my Fam learn to earn
we got sh*t locked with no key holes to turn
Platinum Navigator, easy when you earn a buck
it's like a big f**kin' beeper when you turn it
up
shit vibratin'
hoes titties bouncin', rubbin' all on my shit,
bit*h try waitin'
straight to the telly huh, Sauce got angles to
hit
billboards triangles and shit.
[Verse 2: Lil' Jeter]
And who's Jeter? the Don Juan for you Don Con's
in the double Nine Yukon, tote two arms
from Brooknam 'till death do
and I bet you when I spit shots they connect to
dead you
lil' monkeys postin' for wreck
they get trapped up and extorted for your toast
and your vest
I'm no joke, so laugh and be laughin' to death
and if you think it's so simple, you'll be gassed
and then left
it's the game tight nigga, chain two below
I'm a Gigolo Mommy, the fame I ain't fo'
the foes I don't hate, hoes I don't chase
Henny I drink straight, my money is big faced
for you small change niggas who playin' to ball
I got six digits now, what you playin' it for?
I'm the youngest out of Marcy and the sh*t don't
stop
steppin' up to the top 'bout to have sh*t locked.
[Chorus: Sauce Money]
You want hits? we got hits, nothin' but the hot
hits, once it drop
everybody's topless (sunstroke)
Hennessey shots and fly bit*hes
(gunsmoke)
the enemies plot on my riches
(repeat)
[Verse 3: Wise]
My automatic stoutes be off balance
gun with the silence
outta state, mad mileage
your crew wild but we the wildest
switch my trigger finger often to prevent a calus
for me many Men hold malice, I react with
violence
since we tryin' to double the dough, we double
the sins
even the gats is double now lookin' like
fraternal twins
the rap killings be serial
the FEDS tried to link Da Rainjahz to the crime
through the use of
genetic material
I'm takin' all bets, who want it?
Wise, hard to touch, weavin' sh*t like Prince
Naseem Hamed
the flow is Ten karat and your lyrics is poor
big horse, plus you walk like your salads been
tossed
smoke the explosion, rock second hand gold thats
stolen
straight haul off and smack a nigga just for
posin'
bleed Hennessey, rhyme like theres Ten of me
so you remember me, every verse I'm on should be
considered a felony.
[Verse 4]
Why the f**k niggas be hatin'? I don't even know
niggas need to go ahead with them outdated flows
Da Rainjahz cause precipitation, and we rain in
this bit*h like
Hurricane Mitch
f**k the fame, Son, I'm in it for the dough and
another whip
ghetto cracked out on some other shit
style switch, leave the whole City dark like the
Mothership
ya'll know the half, I hold the Nine with the
rubber grip
seen less, ya'll re-imported by the government
if I wasn't rappin' I'd be on the corners
bubblin'
doublin' my cream on a triple beam
instead I keep the team tight and feel like ain't
sh*t gon' divide us
not even riches, not even bit*hes
look now, niggas of the World stay paintin'
pictures
of the inner-City realness
who can relate? roll and fat one and feel this
we put it down.
Chorus
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