Da Deputy - L.C. Pt. 2 lyrics

rate me

Feat. Black Cobain

(Verse: Black Cobain)

One time for the real niggas

Whooo

I looked at my watch and it said My time..

Yeah..

Yeah..

Hold up..

Uh..

Forever my lady, my lady forever

My timing is better, this biggie flow so Coogi my sweater

My bitches is wetter, these niggas is haters

Don't do me no favors, my niggas bout paper, we stack it up so you can name us a wager

I promise I got it, my flow is psychotic, you rappers neurotic

You don't really do it you rap about it

I swear you niggas hoes, you should wear a weave and a dress

I'm bout to reach a couple goals that's gon relive me some stress

Can you fathom me in a phantom with bitches out of Atlanta

Then catch a flight to Miami and fuck em in my cabana

Then bring it back to my city, riding round with them hammers

Cause hating niggas is bamaz, I'mma get it like country grammar

Misery loves company, women they love chivalry

My niggas like to stack it in banks like we love Hilary

R.I.P to Uncle Phil for real

You know me nigga, I'm fresher than Will, for real

Case closed you ain't gotta ask, you know that I got it

I'm hitting switches on bitches like they been fixed with hydraulics

My attire is pilot, You can catch Me in traffic

Bumping Sweet James Jones, man that shit is a classic

I'm a hog in the game, I got some wet and some brown

I got some white and some syrup, I'm tryna sow up my town

Fuckin' niggas, they clowns, patience got me a check

I'd take a shot for my niggas and I would die for respect, motherfuckers

Yeah yeah

Cobizzy nigga

I swear to God you ain't fucking with me

You know it

(Verse: Da Deputy)

That Texas nigga back in this

Chloe say handle business

Tell em I'm on they heels, I can really show em what a kill is (Achilles)

And really show em who the illest

Spit pro verbs (Proverbs) in every sentence

I'm winning, I been taking score I tally (Italy) like we in Venice

I'm a shoe in, them Patrick Ewings

At a kickback let My crew in

They got weed and beer so when you see la (UCLA) bring that brew in (Bruin)

Rapping I speak it fluent

These locals know what I'm doing

Johnny uh

Ferrari uh

B came and got a nigga fresh out the slums

I was in the projects, bedroom none

If I got a chance that's legroom, run

Imma make it happen if the chance don't come

Coaching these niggas like Stan Van Gun

No rations, I hunger forever

Don't kneel son (Nelson) rest in peace to Mandela

I went out to Vegas wit polo's of sweaters

Bitch I have flu like I'm under the weather

I do it for the people, always pick good over evil

I do what I want, don't like taking orders like Shia LaBeouf on Eagle Eye

Ill and lethal the flow is illegal

If you telling fables then nigga you feeble

I thought of this flow when at church on the steeple

I'm tryna stack cheese as much as the Beatles

Paul McCartney getting Parmesan from arm to arm

Faster than Ramadan

Fuck a prima don I'm no simp

For the Gucci Gucci She go super sonic that's Kreyshawn Kemp (Shawn Kemp)

Niggas tippin on 44's

All around the world they love Texas they go our way like Oslo

Lyrically ahead but it's over 85 rappers who on that's so so

I'm too fly, won't ever land, I won't ever land like Osho

I'm the realist nigga at this rap shit

And my brochure like a bad flick

The churches I go to are baptist

But don't cross me like You Catholic

This LC2, I follow tradition

But lyrically yo crucifixion

You'll let money persuade ya decision

Not us, no math can fuck up division

Was asking labels to give demo listen

I reckon (wrecking) that that'll just cause demolition

Honest intentions

Is to kill off these niggas who thinking they killing this business

I won't exclude heroes or rebels or witnesses who disagree in attendance

I tear out they ligaments rip out they tendons

And tell 'em that deputy's now in the building, nigga