Fes Taylor - Unexpected Hit Lyrics
f/ L.I.S., Lon Dini, Toccara[Chorus 2X: L.I.S. w/ Toccara harmonzing]I'm makin' a, unexpected hit on a SundayAnd just left the bar with strippers on a runwayThe feds knocked by man for dealin' too much gunplayYou said who did what? I don't say it[L.I.S.]I got ounces on my brain from stressin' my lifeAnd every chance that I get, I'm caressin' the micI'm at my best to fight, with a scuffed pair of NikesIf it ain't rough, it ain't right, I'm a Warrior for lifeTell a story, I just might, put this truth to the micLike Sabretooth when I write, call me the BonecrusherAnd I leak a muster, all my Arab motha*****asI don't throw combos, I throw clustersLyrical abductor, spiritual erupterWhat the ***** did you put in that Dutch?It look like haze but you could smell it's a bluffEnough, live and survivin' here, await youI'll tell them *****es won the bar, Daddy'll take two[Chorus 2X][Lon Dini]We flip big eighths, all my sons stay with a caseI'm highly manage, stay on my feet, fly and cheddar chaseAsk the fiends who got the fat bags of rawest baseThey say coke cook marvelous, they took it to the faceAll my nigs pop bubble like we never heard of money troubleHustle and plug you, and we still respect the struggleGot styles that can't be cramped, life ain't stamped'Til we all pushin' Bentleys down RembrandtWhere a man chants, somewhere off the coast of San FranMight ask how in closed minds be so advancedBeen so real, just like I held it in my handClick stay live, Fes copped the black new 4-5L.I. 'bout to come with Daddy L.S.Tell 'em *****es "Yo let's head for the door, ain't nothin' left"[L.I.S.]I make hits for fun, spit like clips from gunsThen split like the jeans on my big booty hunI'm the one, son of Morpheus, of course it's L.I.S.Never ***** with that flossy shit, keep me a bossy *****Never get my crosses crisp, flow with nauseusnessGil got the Porsche with the spoiler kitI done crossed the state border with a ball of shitSlang all of it and ball out with this ballin' *****She liked to gargle on my balls and shitAnd she carry my 4-4 with bulldogs in the clipCuz I'm always the shit and she keeps me in gunsGot me kickin' down the door, don't nobody run[Chorus 2X]
