First Division - Grown Ups lyrics

rate me

ft. Roc Marciano

Yo, Roc, you ready, son?

Aha

So let's do it then

You know exactly what it is

This grown men shit, we ain't rapping for the kids

Put a plan to hail like a Canadian flag

Skin a rapper to a handbag and gag him with his gang rap

Then gain more lengths than a 40 inch tank

Praying fast through the days that passed

We was made to last, most niggers is major ass

In full, I get paid in cash

Chilling, I ate the hash, my crew ain't afraid to blast

I sprayed that from bloodbath to back raft

Here's you rough draft, pull off the mask and the musty gas

And I be damned if I be slandered and remanded

This is a standing, my stanzas left to bring us out of disadvantage

Banana clips to hammers, tryina force your CDs on us like Christian pamphlets

I put niggers in Pampers, rolling them Mister Panthers

Let the poor stop, remorse like a boss fly

Slip your antlers, hit your sore spot

'Cause I'm the man, I came to talk and I can't cram her

Official, no glitz and glamour

Just a grip like I'm in the slammer, make a nigga scam

But put a damper on your J amper

You must be on your jo-jo dancer, shallow

That's the answer

Shallow of the rooftop

Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood

If it's understood then good

Let it be known there ain't no kids over here

You're fucking with grown men

Shallow of the rooftop

Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood

If it's understood then good

Let it be known there ain't no kids over here

You're fucking with grown men

Busting with no wind in sight

So don't bet your life that when it's time to rep I won't

Get your wife could blow

The dynamo who will stay perfected, tighter flow stew

The paper pendant I crawl to

I'm a grown dude, my style is old school

But Js I made at night, I don't lose

Amazing when I'm whiling on fools

Keep dreaming, check your record, make ‘em recognize

My whole crew's the reign and enterprise

I came to set the livest show, you could ever try to go, too

Expect to find oppressive rhyming

Odes connect to my electrifying vocals

I write with no rules, every line is so true

I should warn you, it's dangerous to light my short fuse

Second side, you know, use the best supplier, though

You's guessing why I compose juice

Profession like a cold dude to get you vibin’

Wait from left to right and don't snooze

Your next assignment: aim for head that biting, throw dudes

Piece of plastic, pay attention or you're left to rusting

DJs the best to play this record as they favorite rapping

Yeah, we play this out to break your neck and get the ladies sweating

That's the way your legend takes respect, raised on 87

Use suggestion as my ace for saving your day profession

When days connecting and praise the heavens they got stars

Roc Marc and Jason, yes, it ain't no question

What? You feel me? Bring it back like

Shallow of the rooftop

Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood

If it's understood then good

Let it be known there ain't no kids over here

You're fucking with grown men

Shallow of the rooftop

Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood

If it's understood then good

Let it be known there ain't no kids over here

You're fucking with grown men