Awkword - Bars & Hooks lyrics

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Feat. Sean Price, The Kid Daytona and The Incomparable Shakespeare

[Hook]

It's all about bars and hooks

We in the 'hood with cop cars and crooks

We keep it movin', though

It's all about bars and hooks

We in the 'hood with cop cars and crooks

We keep it movin', though

It's all about bars and hooks

We in the 'hood with cop cars and crooks

We keep it movin', though

We keep it movin', though

We keep it movin', though

We keep it movin', though

Man, you cats ain't slick and your raps ain't shit

I ain't been the same since I ate paint chips

Amazing how I rip and ride reckless

Record a song and I'm gone - Slip-N-Slide Records

Duck Down is the label - Ruck down is the label

Everything I drop - score, touchdown for the label

Now back to the point of the record

I ran a red light, the cops put a point on my record

What the fuck am I talkin' 'bout?

Excessive E pills give you Christopher Walkin mouth

Don't rap and chew bubblegum

Big-ass gat, when I clap I do trouble, son

Merked for your chain, talk tough, turbulent slang

Spit crack, and I ain't talkin' 'bout workin' for Wayne

I'm talkin' 'bout the earth and the rain, the moon and the stars

Talkin' 'bout the jerks in the game, you know who you are

[Hook]

Man, you thugs ain't tough and your raps ain't touch

I ain't been the same since I drank them drugs

Amazing how I spit on a record - it go "POW!"

Amazing at how you shit on a record - it slow down

Now pick it back up, we can start where we started at

I spit for fiends, the generation of Starter caps

Can't rock tight jeans, never a thought of that

You ain't make me - Monday morning quarterback

I've been one with the streets, fuck would I lie 'bout?

Excessive Viagra, Donatella Versace mouth

Bastard(don't rap and chew bubblegum)

Insomniac, I swing the bat when the trouble come

Ain't talkin' 'bout you, son, this is bigger than one star

I'm talkin' moon, tides, gods, bigger-than-Earth bars

I'm talkin' 'bout the talkers, who don't work hard

All the jerks in the game, we know who you are

[Hook]

Man, your flow's Fugazi, you should never rap again

I ain't been the same since I fucked my first African

5'10, fluent in Arabic when she flew in

Red-flagging her, same last name as who flew them planes

And crashed 'em all, into the World Trade

Her uncle sold a fake Louis in front of Pearl Paint

This sure ain't, what life was like in the Bronx

Reminiscing on days, we broke, night in the park

And just seein' fiends smokin' out

Excessive crack rock give you Malik Yoba mouth

Little stories you wrote about

Over stoves and coffee pots, never no Folgers out

Yeah, need to hold ' em out, no shorts, hold it down

Industry funny style, can't avoid clowns

Embarrassed to say, I know some of y'all

Fuckin' faggots in the game, we know who you are

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Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics