[Talking]
Ay this what I do nigga
I do this shit with my eyes closed nigga (fuh sho, fuh sho)
y`all niggaz tryin too hard man heheh...yea Clover G`s!
[Verse 1 - Flip]
Uhhh lyrically I`m a menace
I`ll take ya chain and ya tennis
I was raised in the Clover, I roll with Note and the Chemist
no more shoppin at Mervan`s, cause I`m tourin in Burlan
candy paint flip flop, on my black Excursion
now I`m creepin the block, with my wrist all rocked
put up ya lighters for BIG, now light a blunt up for Pac
fuck all this beefin on beats nigga we deep in the streets
and all the beef I ever had, I got out my teeth
I`m a young ass nigga with a master plan
I make a hundred grand everytime I move my hand
niggaz tryna diss me just to get a fan - but I`m rich bitch you understand
cop them cars, cop them cribs, cop them guns just for fun
I`ll bring ya hat to ya, once I put my gat to ya
y`all niggaz can`t fuck with me cause I`m a Clover G and I got respect
and for that paper I`ll bounce yo`ass like a check
I`ve paid my dues from the start - this music poetry art
y`all rappers ain`t that smart...now get ya weight up nigga
[Chorus - Flip]
Just give me a beat (beat) and I`ll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
you gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine)
Just give me a beat (beat) and I`ll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
see I`m different from y`all, I`m livin my rhymes
[Verse 2 - Flip]
I`m a thug ass nigga that love to bust
I only know one thing "In God We Trust"
you bitch ass niggaz ain`t hard as us
you wanna little B - O you better smarten up
I bought that truck, drive that `Llac with two hoes I`m a mack
three albums one gold, the other two platinum plaques
I move swiftly for three gigs it`s 250
I went to Amsterdam for a week and I blew sticky
all that weed I got to light one
out of all these hoes I got the right one
you know my name baby (Flip) - I hope yo`brain crazy
you did it, I love it - we did it in public
look you ain`t my girlfriend either you with it or fuck it
don`t get attached to my charm, just bring my stacks in the morn`
cause I`m a G and you know it with twenty tats on my arm
I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better
game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater
I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better
game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater, yea
[Chorus - Flip]
Just give me a beat (beat) and I`ll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
you gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine)
Just give me a beat (beat) and I`ll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
see I`m different from y`all, I`m livin my rhymes (whaaaat)
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