Alkaholiks - Contents unda pressure lyrics

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Verse One: J-Ro I'm the beer rational outta national My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the gravy Wsup wavy, thanks to my homey King Tee-la the host wit the most, Im coast to coast like Aunt Peela the Cowboys beat the Steelers so nigga where's my $50 boom bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin shiftee In this game of rappin your ass will never win and let you play b-b rickers wit Quik, Suge and Mack 10 who need to come join these words like conjunction a friend before I bring the end to your bodily functions when I speak I go deep, like when I'm stabbin it You comin up empty like your Mother Hubbard's cabinet Cause you keep comin wit rhymes guns so deeply Example is the school of mankind niggaz so peep me you Range-Rovin, Tommy Hil and bustin glocks while I'm in the studio bustin lyrics in my socks and the A-C is broken, no jokin we got the worm witout the coke-in the fuckin DAT machine is smokin The pizza still aint here, we out of beer and I think this motherfuckin engineer is a queer and my dip is blowin up my hip whats up honey (eh J-Ro the land lord really wants his money) AWW shit Chorus Contents under pressure, contents under pressure I hope for the best and expect the worst get stress off my chest everytime I bust a verse Verse Two: Tash Ain't no describin the way that Tash be feelin when he's vibin be feelin like a deadly secret agent on assignment dont fuck wit microfilms, I want the microphones and tables that some niggaz stole while I was at a meeting wit my label cuz Tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound put you down cuz your lyrics suck more than Divine Brown while Im off that Royal C