First Division - Grown Ups Lyrics
Yo, roc, you ready, son?AhaSo let's do it thenYou know exactly what it isThis grown men shit, we ain't rapping for the kidsPut a plan to hell like a canadian flagSkin a rapper to a handbag and gag him with his gang rapThen gain more lengths than a 40 inch tankPraying fast through the days that passedWe was made to last, most niggers is major assIn full, I get paid in cashChilling, I ate the hash, my crew ain't afraid to blastI sprayed that from bloodbath to back raftHere's a draft, pull off the mask and the musty gasAnd I be damned if I be slandered and remandedThis is a standing, my stanzas left to bring us out of disadvantageBanana clips to hammers, tryina force your cds on us like christian pamphletsI put niggers in pampers, rolling them mister panthersLet the poor stop, remorse like a boss flySlip your antlers, hit your sore spot'Cause I'm the man, I came to talk and I can't cram herOfficial, no glitz and glamourJust a grip like I'm in the slammer, make a nigger scamBut put a damper on your j amperYou must be on your jo-jo dancer, shallowThat's the answerShallow of the rooftopDaddy going through the hood, blowing woodIf it's understood then goodLet it be known there ain't no kids over hereYou're *****ing with grown menShallow of the rooftopDaddy going through the hood, blowing woodIf it's understood then goodLet it be known there ain't no kids over hereYou're *****ing with grown menBusting with no wind in sightSo don't bet your life that when it's time to rep I won'tGet your wife could blowThe dynamo who will stay perfected, tighter flow stewThe paper pendant I crawl toI'm a grown dude, my style is old schoolBut js I made at night, I don't loseAmazing when I'm whiling on foolsKeep dreaming, check your record, make รข€˜em recognizeMy whole crew's the reign and enterpriseI came to set the livest show, you could ever try to go, tooExpect to find oppressive rhymingOdes connect to my electrifying vocalsI write with no rules, every line is so trueI should warn you, it's dangerous to light my short fuseSecond side, you know, use the best supplier, thoughYou's guessing why I compose juiceProfession like a cold dude to get you vibingWait from left to right and don't snoozeYour next assignment: aim for head that biting, throw dudesPiece of plastic, pay attention or you're left to rustingDjs the best to play this record as they favorite rappingYeah, we play this out to break your neck and get the ladies sweatingThat's the way your legends takes respect, raised on 87Use suggestion as my ace for saving your day professionWhen days connecting and praise the heavens they got starsRoc marc and jason, yes, it ain't no questionWhat? you feel me?Shallow of the rooftopDaddy going through the hood, blowing woodIf it's understood then goodLet it be known there ain't no kids over hereYou're *****ing with grown menShallow of the rooftopDaddy going through the hood, blowing woodIf it's understood then goodLet it be known there ain't no kids over hereYou're *****ing with grown men
