Scrilla Vic - Off The Hezay Lyrics
Peep the steeze, I was layin’ in the cutNow I’m choppin’ up the game and that’s what’s upBiggup to my peeps. Gotta keep it crunkGotta push commercial weight from the golden stateI stay on the grind with a hustler’s ambitionPut in work without a busta’s permission.I don’t tote gats, but I will bust backSo keep steppin’, it’s the Cali way that I’m reppin’Yeah! What it do? I’m throwin’ up the WOh so fly! Ride or die!To the good, whip it real good, cuz it’s all goodGot the goods for your hood, so let’s keep it understoodWe can all come up. No need to throw your guns up I run up funds from the night until the sun upGet it crackalackin’, money stackin’, honey mackin’This is off the hezay, so just take it eazyOff the hezay, please believe itWe can keep it trill, man. We can keep it real manOff the hezay, fo’ shezayCop this here and go kick it with a breezayLord ‘o Mercy, fakes can only curtsieYa da dada, poppin’ my colla’Ever since the days of wayback, I lay back Like rollin’ in a Mayback Benz, settin’ trendsHolla if you wit me, suburbs to the cityPullin’ down duckets, chickens I’m pluckin’Struttin’ ‘round town like a pimp in my primeTriple shots of patron, and I’m gone in the ozoneIcy to the toes, pinky rings & voguesPockets swoll from cash flows, all a brotha knowsTake it to the house. Foes take it to the mouthWhat I be about? Heads noddin’ in the crowdI go off more on than off, so don’t cross the bossOr once again it’s on and you’ll get offed.I don’t talk about, I be about. The most defAnd I’m so sincerious like Mos DefOff the hezay, please believe itWe can keep it trill, man. We can keep it real man.Off the hezay, fo’ shezayCop this here and go kick it with a breezayWhen I step up to the mic, I rock the mic rightKeep my game tight so haters can’t biteA rap sovereign, music charts I’m toppin’ ‘emLyrics I be droppin’ ‘em, there ain’t no stoppin’ ‘emNow I’m on the map with the boom & the bapFeel the breeze from my whip as I’m zoomin’ down the stripAn MC named V, and yet an X-factorNot just another dapper trapper rapper, beat slapperCuz I’m official – true to the game, I won’t mask itRockin’ leather jackets, it’s a fact kidWhen I’m in explode mode, my lyrics are like lock & load,Stop and go tempo – my impact is tenfoldSnatchin’ up the bucks over scratches and cuts, andShinin’ mo’ brighter without a ghostwriter.Off the hezay, please believe itWe can keep it trill, man. We can keep it real man.Off the hezay, fo’ shezayCop this here and go kick it with a breezay.
