Ces Cru

Ces Cru - Give It To Me lyrics

rate me

I feel good about this boy

Praise goals, paid tows even if you play it pro

Player that's the way it goes, ain't nothin' to say no more

See it’s either or feast, took a plate, only ate a roll

Felt regret, hunger that I kipper save me later though

Fire burn in my belly everywhere that I would turn

I was met with diversity and from that fire I emerge

Pen I felt along the way, never made it my concern

Took it as a lesson to the game and let the tires burn

Gassed out, gassed up, bout a pastor passed up

This to every faggot battle rapper that harassed us

Hard work, added up, perseverance paid off

Independent underground, grindin' no days off

Played the boss, paid the cost, rappin' then stayed lost

Now I need that prime cut, slathered in steak sauce

Matter fact I'm takin' all of that, then I'll take more

Livin' in the moment what you waitin' for

Why you been actin' like some poor babies?

I get it crackin' never relax and doin' my chores daily

You got a fine wine well then my rhyme is the gourmet cheese

You're finally a guideline, I'm in my prime you been warned take heat

I got a list of accolades and I don't have to say

And I ain't talkin' now, I'm talkin' way back in the day

Headed up to now for real it's still nothin' to me

I'm on top that man I got that y'all ain't fuckin' with me, boy

Hey yo what up dog, what you lookin' at?

Took it from us and got pissed when we took it back

You pickin' up what I dropped they can't hold us

I'm plottin' on whatever you got now hand over

Give it to me, (Come on with it) give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me, (It's the Ces) give it up

Give it to me, (Give it up, from the front to the back)give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

Ain't nothin' changed, I still arrange to pack up in the civic

The frame of mind is ain't nobody fuckin' with the clinic

Ironically get enough, you fuck with us and get the dick

The faction back in action spinnin' ridding

Come on and knowledge I commit on the pivot

Killin' it, put on a show then we come in and steal it

Feelin' it, we bout to go bananas, can you peel it?

Cause you’ll be like canvas and acrylic

But we don't know no limits, roll the credits just finished

Sit home and watch a chain if they complain I change the image

Heard opportunity knockin' hopped in the cockpit

Just another pissed pilot who's ready to drop ship

If death is certain, must mean the reaper is loarkin'

And his cousin sleep is creepin' in while we closin' the curtain

I'm working a fucking miracle out of the situation

To knock it back out of orbit and blitz the administration

So what they do for yo dude? I gotta be more rude then Judes

The second I enter ya lood, I'm comin' to Rubik’s ya cube

They lookin' at me like I'm food, been hurtin' to get em a meal

They wanna know steps that I took, been try get ‘em a deal

Behold the murderous hands on

I bring the death star to any planet ya land on

The prettiest in pink, I think you stuck in that to came on

With orange mocha frappe chinos and a man pawn, bitch

Hey yo what up dog, what you lookin' at?

Took it from us and got pissed when we took it back

You pickin' up what I dropped they can't hold us

I'm plottin' on whatever you got now hand over

Give it to me, give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me,

Give it to me, give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me

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