Royce Da 5'9" - Flow Boy lyrics

rate me

Yes, bitch, they call me the flow boy

I'm dope, I'm about dough, I'm a dough boy

The mag light up like a glow toy, I let it go

I got a couple skeletons in my past to show...

... The mag light up like a glow toy, I let it go

I got a couple skeletons in my past to show for it

No disrespect to Mr. F.A.B but nigga

I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy

You food look just right, I'm a eat yo porridge

Even though I'm full as a motherfucker, like no storage

I kid you not, I spit too hot, to diss you

Man I should go out and challenge a blow torch

Respect no boy, except maybe Bun B

I'm from the place with the area code shady-1-3

Fuck?, I'm in some new jeans and, guccis

Rockin a District 81 tee

I ain't sayin I'm a ladies man all I'm sayin is

Nigga I don't want every lady that want me

So do the math nigga, they be like "Damn Nickel

You be runnin through hoes like you a shoe string"

I tell you 2 things, 1 don't ever disrespect me

2, call me God, like you from Wu-Tang

I put a bullet inside you cause the truth ain't

Your record deal advance to me, is loose change

Nigga is you sane? I'm the shit, I don't smoke

But I been known to light up a square like butane

The fame made me wait, but not the hoes nigga

I done fucked mo' than Big Daddy Kane in '88

So tell ya man to get back cause the dogs with me

They obedient, I lift a finger up on my hand they attackin

I like my hoes fast, I like my cars fast

Fuck it, I should just go out and date Danica Patrick

I manufacture a maniac rap if you askin

Put life back in hip-hop then put it back in it's casket

Fuck peace, you try to dap and bury the hatchet

Then I'm a clap you and find somewhere to bury the ratchet

The flow boys in the buildin tonight

You know I(flow boy, go boy)

The flow boy's in the buildin tonight

You know I(flow boy, go boy)

The flow boys in the buildin(flow boy, go boy)

The flow boys in the buildin(flow boy, go boy)

And yeah, ain't nobody true as us

You ain't gotta like me

I like me enough for the two of us

Don't compare me to the best rapper alive

I contemplate suicide to be compared

To the best rapper that died

I'm chillin with them boys in the hood, like Cuba Gooding

I go to the place in the hood that you shootas shouldn't

We do the case and you do the bookin, like the police

Speakin of them, we reason they do the lookin

I'm the label, I do the songs, I do the pushin

So I'm sittin ontop of the world, while you the cushion

I clean pussies up, yea I do the douchin'

I'm Bill Cosby's tea spoon, and you the puddin

My cousin I've is crazy, all I gotta do is wave

And yeah, it's bye bye baby

I'm higher than Wayne and I rhyme like crazy

I shoot a niggas ass with the 9 like gravy

I sound like Shady, I keep a dime like Halle

In the dark brown cream gut klondike savings

It's like my kidneys compensate for what my liver couldn't

I'm a wolf, to kill me you gon need a silver bullet

Any one of you niggas fuck with me then it'll heat up

Ya'll do niggas beats, I make niggas get a beat up

Any nigga step up, I'm a make him step back

With either that tech black, or the .50 caliber

Glow plated desert eagy, that's for whoever rebellious

The cartridge to it lookin like the Legend of Zelda

Born winner, rhymin like there's two horns in em

After I win the battle rap I'm a blow your

Mothafuckin head off, so you can call me a sore winner

I'll fuck with the game, the rest of ya'll give a fuck

About to much shit, me I don't give a fuck about nothin

I don't give a fuck about shit but the outfit

My name fall out your mouth, I'm at your house quick

You don't want them boys at your crib about 6

Ready to let out a clip like rap about this

My crew like your audience, they clap about shit

We sick, we don't be fightin nobody we probably

Fight eachother whenever we drunk, that's about it

Approach the enemy with caution, born leader

My identity is bossin, aw, ain't he awesome

I been on the? nigga, no homo

My dick get hard when I feel on the trigga nigga

Murder every verse, my rhyme is like a heavy hearse

Each word is deeper than cemetary dirt

That fully automatic I pull it and let him work

Do him a favor and spray his head, I ain't go let him hurt

You better watch your mouth, cause I could knock you

But I'd rather get a glock, somethin to talk about

I'm in ya bushes with the ump thump and ya'll about

To dance with the one night stance soon as you walk it out

Give you the after life, you gotta smart mouth

You a dick and a pussy like you were hermaphrodite

Assassinate you this evenin this here assassin night

Have you weezin, you and Eddie Murphy could laugh alike

The Revival, you could call it the Preme project

But it's violent, you should call it the pork and bean project