Scrilla Vic - Born To Rhyme Lyrics
Yeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeHere we go, a latino rollin' in a hooptieHard on the boulevard but sweet with all the cutiesSteadily steppin' quick and I can never understandWhy these dudes wanna front on the man with a light tanAll the people who be squakin', say my lyrics are not shockin', I stop your talkin' without trippin', bust your lippin', really slippin'Flippin' like I'm loco, SJ localTime to switch the vocal with the rhyme flow, and it goesNo fakin', title-takin, never jelly doughnut makin'Sam hatin', devastatin', never keep the ladies waitin'Always havin' fun, lyrics on the oneBlastin' all them suckas like from a loaded magnumYeah, it's the V from the wrong side of uptownComin' from the ghetto, or could it be the undergroundSome say they got a funk rhythm with a funky styleBut I'm the one who makes MCs run a hundred milesYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeBack in effect, causin' much painDon't need pidgeons, rollin' like a hurricaneThe V & Jon Doe – homies from the SLO TownSportin' timberland boots, not some old Busta BrownOn the mic you think you're comin' off like F'in VietnamBut I'll blow up in your face like frags from a pipe bombThe bass is hittin' hard like a blow from TysonYour honey's gotta go, she didn't like my nice and smoothWay of throwin' down, she's even steps up - PUM, PUM - Hold it Now! When it comes to droppin' lyrics, I'm the man you can't mess witThe six-foot assassin who keeps bustin' a hard hitNever sellin' out, and I think you'll findThe V knows the time cuz I was born to rhymeNever sellin' out, and I think you'll findThe V knows the time cuz I was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeIn with the wickedest style that's definitely worth your whileComin' across like I'm the boss and flowin' like the NileSteadily-steppin', whippin' and I'm always on the goComin' outta SLO, the young latin dynamoHmmm... should I start to flex? I'm feeling kinda vexedCuz my man John Doe wants his vocals on my MemorexCrashin' through your crew with the force of a tidal waveSave your breath - your fate is an early graveBoom the trunk – hype the funkDunk the punk in a trunk whose ship got sunkBass the place. Lose the raceSprayed with mace and you're gonna gonna get the gasfaceStep to this. Now you're pissed. Now you lispMiss the target and get burned to a crispClaim you game. Tame your brainWhen I sip the nighttrain you can see me flippin' like I'm insaneYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeYeah Yall, Yeah Yall, Yeah YallI was born to rhymeLurkin' in the dark is the crazed psycopath with the skimaskLookin' for a way to start a bloodbathThe dudes with the gun, got you on the run, sonKeep runnin' 'til the end of the millenniumI can't dig a pig just like Ice CubeI'll straight kill at will on a vicious grooveLook and see, the V is who I amI gotta the ladies sayin', "Yeah!" and the fellas sayin', 'Damn!"And the shit remains in your sublimeTakin' out suckas, but it aint no crimeAt the drop of a dime, I'm comin' through on timeThe V shows the suckas I was born to rhyme.And the shit remains in your sublimeTakin' out suckas, but it aint no crimeAt the drop of a dime, I'm comin' through on timeThe V shows the suckas I was born to rhyme.
