lirik lagu sony walkman – vic spencer
[intro]
uh
what is this kind of sh*t
think like
i want you t play this type of sh*t all day
you feel me?
[verse 1]
overconversing, [?] the least
i’m from the streets, skinny n*gga but my rhymes obese
about to be the best n*gga alive no doubt
day in and day out i think about my music route
i like driving in my lane
some n*ggas need speed bumps because they be riding with lames
passengers flexing like they is the driver
hood n*ggas with cash don’t have an investment advisor
the bars go over your head
but i know the time and location like a disco head
i’m already over the edge
just hand fired flounder on jewish rye bread
getting high with the living dead victor never scared
i was in the same room with my enemy and nothing was said
f*cking internet thugs
if you look white you can’t say n*gga to us
catholics got to church on fumes
and afterwards sniff the exhaust fumes
the flow darker than prune juice
with dirty rice as a side dish
bake canada goose was the main course
your broad was the main course
the melody in the lyrics had to attract the force
fourteenth president was franklin pierce
fourteen day notices [?]
peace to my aunt, what mother f*ckers eating for lunch?
domestic love feasting on c*nt
jefferey dahmer on your style
i ain’t been on the scene in a while
but my presence still felt elsewhere it’s fun to see me now
keep me away from mainstream
if you heard my sh*t you could say the same thing
i’m not for the average listener
in hip*hop i’m a political prisoner
this sh*t deeper than rap
i still go to the hood, chop it up with who’s receiving the pack
(what up my n*gga?)
i’m good like nasty sh*t when you’re high
come through with that flashy sh*t you gon’ die
it’s like that
if you can’t box still fight back
if he a airhead n*gga lay his kite flat
gone on nicotine just to hide the smell
i stash the tres*five inside the twelves
n*ggas on the move like darts
blaze up then raze up, drink all the brew at the park
younguns hooping on cracked concrete
old n*ggas spit rocks on cement cause the hypes be geeked
’96 i was in the back of [?]
trying to get me some top (what?)
them other n*ggas just sit on the block (yeah)
i don’t miss that kind of sh*t
but i miss the records rappers made cause it sounded like this
[chorus]
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
h*ll naw n*ggas don’t
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
d*mn please bring it back
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
where that sh*t go
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more
left vic spencer to be hardcore
motherf*cker
[outro]
i’ll take that sh*t then you feel me
try to bring it back
i might dub this on tape
[?]
they don’t make this kind of sh*t no more you dig?
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