Bishop Lamont - P.G.D.R Lyrics
Obnoxiously I bomb, I came shocklyI trip and break so the deaths always come in 3’sI’m priceless, now it’s your style – it’s just politeEncore, I get you sicker more to leave the poorNo pigs or whores, my memoirs were meant for warsI make that beef hard to chew for you herbivoresNose ring, I murder when the melodyRadio killa – got you shakin’ like the elderly80’s baby, shoe box full of tapesI’m shittin’ on niggas, the style full of side trayUh they see the chuck so they’re tin balls*****in up my socks, turn them orange from the inch solzUsed to smoke up bettes with a whole 5th of Henny yoMy project blow, recite for immunityFirst time I’ve seen Woo Tang it meant bigga beRevolution shit nigga, ***** the industry***** your iPod, dust off my WalkmanMy side ain’t finished, flip it over, keep rockinNow that’s classic like a Phat Gold Dookie RollNow that’s real like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll***** your iPod, dust off my WalkmanMy side ain’t finished, flip it over, keep rockinNow that’s classic like a Phat Gold Dookie RollNow that’s real like a Phat Gold Dookie RollHow’s next to shine? I X these niggas like Antex with pesticideWhich leave ‘em petrifiedYo I came 4th, niggas ran off for protection hideProtect your neck, your neck lashannedI get a work to your neckless mindsShe givin me neck, neck it while I’m reckless drivin’And it’s only the second time we metWindows tint, can’t see us with the ***** eyeFresh to death, you fresh to dieArt of flow, my lyrics work out like cardioSworn for my good exerciseLike the paper boy I’m so extra extraNiggas with tags would love to put you next to GodWhole zig you like mesh on the vigilent nestMy music will stand the test of timeWho’s next to rhyme?***** your iPod, dust off my WalkmanMy side ain’t finished, flip it over, keep rockinNow that’s classic like a Phat Gold Dookie RollNow that’s real like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll***** your iPod, dust off my WalkmanMy side ain’t finished, flip it over, keep rockinNow that’s classic like a Phat Gold Dookie RollNow that’s real like a Phat Gold Dookie RollIt’s battleship avenue attitude mission exquisiteThe reason for schemin and why should you all come visitThe barbershop buzzin, the windin behind, who is it?She spoil me royally, she say she got it I get itWife beater and wife niggasI like Caesar pipe tight divas to live seizuresCinematic moves is news to nice featuresPull up a seat and pick, my front yard’s a 40 seaterAll I do is stand on this stupid, I can’t believe itSwear the eye’s mit as mine, my number floodin the bleaches(You can pizza?) Corner mascot block majesty’sModern day fonze, pull off the cool casuallyIf shit step it up hopin we meetNiggas step it up hoes to compete, mac the vocal eliteKinda cool rolling chills round the AtlasI never say I’m perfect but pop’s name was Practice***** your iPod, dust off my WalkmanMy side ain’t finished, flip it over, keep rockinNow that’s classic like a Phat Gold Dookie RollNow that’s real like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll***** your iPod, dust off my WalkmanMy side ain’t finished, flip it over, keep rockinNow that’s classic like a Phat Gold Dookie RollNow that’s real like a Phat Gold Dookie Roll
