PSYCHOWARD - Rockslangas lyrics

rate me

[Brainstorm]

Mac dad-o, Karamello

We free agents.....7 years, 220 million dollars apiece

I'm the startin' power forward, Brainstorm the gambler

Uptown baller, bona fide rock handla

I got skillz handle the mic like Muggsy,

I got dreams like Hakeem to be a rich man, like Rich and Bugsy

My man I got the plan to bust a phat rhyme out,

Travelin' like Chris Webber, before he called that time out

I ain't bout that punk shit, got game but can't dunk shit

Fuck that I'm about to get on some more white men can't jump shit

See me on the court with no ups, but mad handle,

One-on-one for thirty dollars? You know I like to gamble

I got game but it ain't like I can't lose,

But lady you might catch me on the court freestylin' bout your shoes

I slang many types of rocks many types of ways

Slangin' them things since way back in the days

Niggas slangin' crack rocks, thinkin' they be ballin',

Nah, not me patna, I'd rather slang a Spalding

Last week fuck around and got a triple-double

[Karamello]

Check the balls, check the balls

All in the ballin' in your own sweat puddles ya fallin'

Stutter-steppin' never stallin'

The illest place K is callin', but callin' K out is not wise

Lurkin' in the paint six five ready to swat flies

Burnin' ya like hot fries, the message to contenders

You better in the stands as a cotton candy vendor

(Candy Ass!)

I'm handy with my passes to perfectionists like BOW!

I do your team foul,

Be on conception with my illa crossover,

Shakin' crossovers ya lost, game over

Don't believe me? Lemme show ya.

Rip ya like a jersey new styles get in your skin,

I spot ya ass ten games eleven, you still couldn't win

Skills are blended in a matter that means much to slayer

Word to Scottie, case considered as the all-around player

Number 24 rippin' plenty more rhymes,

Many feet behind the three line, nothin' but twine

That's ya muthafuckin' be-hind, my dunks are rather di-vine,

And powerful ya done, hit the showers here's a towel,

I'ma celebrate with white out, victory becomes a Scott

The Laker girls are screamin' Psychoward muthafuckas

Usin' metaphors to rock the show my lyrical weaponry

If you think you can hang, grab your spherical, step to me

[Mac]

It's the six two straight from Third Ward State

University where chumps vacate,

Gimme a fast break,

Watch the camoflauge assass TAKE niggas

These fake niggas, these ole "I'm from out of state" niggas and what?

Slangin' rocks to support skin pops

Fiends know when you're home and when you're not

And real niggas open up shop, on territorial blocks

Tell the cops that you about to get stopped

Kick ya door in, illegal search found one rock

Plus a bag a pot, he brag alot told the cops that he had a plot

And he'll be out around eight o clock,

Until the cops put him in a cell block and threw away the locks

It's kinda similar for players who shine,

Both get P-T, but in the dope game, that's prison time

The Universal, contraversal, multi-versal,

See you on my tennis shoe commercial niggas

It don't quit nigga

Uptown how ya figure?

The dream team nigga, ya heard of us