Propellerheads - 360? lyrics
rate meYo I'm from L I fella, vision had you tune into my figgida<br />
Figgida microphone and mobile<br />
Holding mic's is so while I be just day dreaming<br />
Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to fronts<br />
Who wants to live the gutter life, we got sidewalks to walk, baby<br />
I need a chick with big potatoes to mash, baby<br />
Hang like parachutes, I've been floating for years<br />
Went from rapping in cars to rapping careers<br />
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One beer, two beers, I got the gift like Santa<br />
I go from NY to DC, and down to Atlanta<br />
Make you fly like propellor, we be down in the cellar<br />
What I guess you call the basement<br />
'Cause that's where all he bass went<br />
When we turn it up a notch, old school like Ed Kotch<br />
Toss my foot up in the air and grab my crotch<br />
Who am I? Michael, keep the music on a cycle<br />
So we can finish up the flow within your fro, word out<br />
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This is called frozen style<br />
Shatter your teeth style<br />
Freeze like Artic style y'all<br />
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Come on, check it out, I'm the P to the O to the S<br />
Known to pinpoint the flow to the chest<br />
So wear your vest, nibble the thighs and breast on Vanessa<br />
Had to sneak it 'cause her moms kept me under pressure<br />
Now as the sun appears to rise and set<br />
Some cats live for the hood 'cause it's as good as it gets<br />
But my plot is much thicker, I move it much quicker<br />
Three hundred and sixty mile to the P H<br />
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So I'm balanced, not a fella to fall<br />
Connecting the dots, I got two propellors in awe<br />
Went from ghetto to the meadow<br />
Seen all degrees of hot, and froze when I was not<br />
Like lot, my lady threw salt in the game<br />
Invested cheese in the mouse who sent pork into fame<br />
Now you hear my name being screamed on the ride of life<br />
It's too late to get off, to get off<br />
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We in the house y'all, we in the house y'all<br />
We about to get evicted, there ain't no lights or liquid<br />
The bills ain't paid and last week we had a raid<br />
'Cause we partied too much but that's my family's trade<br />
Invited all of my folks, and yo, all my folks stayed<br />
They tried to silence our shit, but we just pushed up the fade<br />
Sat back to charge a dollar, hadn't got paid<br />
And called on the band and got stupid when the keyboard played<br />
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Keeping funky with the propeller heads y'all<br />
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N-Now listen, you see, I'm here to usher the pain with no relief<br />
But still get the "Great Scotts, are you a thief?<br />
Seems like you got a mouth full of gold" records<br />
Sorry for that, platinum plaque soon to come<br />
Till then propellor got me working the drum<br />
For a fee, so notify the foe looking for the fumble<br />
I hear you want to rumble on the mic, so check it out<br />
How you want it, I got it<br />
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Oh yeah
