DOAP NIXON - Tis The Season lyrics

rate me

Most of you rapper are lame, this game's pussy

And I'm off my twist so don't push me

I think it's time to get knee-deep in this conflict

So sit when a dawg spit or live where Saddam is

Don't make me plant this foot right in ya ass fucka

And make you clean it off like we ate at The Last Supper

From being known to QB, more realer then Kool G

European joint with two speeds

The times betta then Breitling

I stack off the strip money

Splurge all the change from writin'

I stay in the day cause tomorrow seems frightenin'

Got two nieces, one smart, other one dykin'

My lil nephew gotta hands, so now he writin'

My lil cousin tryna spit, so now he bitin'

Uh, ain't bout shit, cause we keepin' it street

Lead will stick to ya rib, tis the season to eat

Tis the season, the season, all four seasons

Hear Nature callin', Doap got 'em leanin'

Paper all the time, Good Money what they screamin'

It's real till we fall, then we leavin'

Ayo, guns in the Pacifica, choppin' another witness up

Scared of the whole Police force

Rush it up to Commissioner

Lieutenant's in the white shirt

Perpetrators all black

Six foot one, white Tees and New York hats

Smokin' on the best kush, tucked in the yuck

Old end, 08, in the hood show face

In the hood, home base, overcrowded, no space

Every murder, cold case, where we learned to coke paste

Play rap on a cassette then, just to get a rep then

Just to get a rep now, runnin' with ya head down

Shootin' at the crowd, pregnant ladies tryna get down

Stories in the hood, newspapers neva print out

Go lay ya life, you neva know how it's gon' end out

And keep a nine for wheneva you in doubt

Cause it's the season that I sucka dudes

Fuck a dudes, flyin' on me, you've just become food

Yo, if I spit about bricks would you receive me?

So if I told you a secrete would you believe me?

I'm the hottest in this game by far

So let's take 'em to the next level

Bread stretch long enuff to change the weather

When it's cold in the city, we out in Apucarana

With the red umbrellas and the Piña coladas

Dawg my bars mad warm

(Good Money: And I'm just makin' it hotter)

Yo, I need that hard body villa out Palm Beach

You know bout to eat when ya victim's in arm reach

Palm Suites, room floors with the hot tubs

And we all break bread cause niggas got love

I'm bout that change nigga, tis the season

As long as I'm breathin' G-Money is eatin'