SHOW & A.G. - Q & A lyrics

rate me

(feat. The Ghetto Dwellas)

[Party Arty]

Question: why crime cats keep on testing?

Answer: cause dirt bitches keep on stressing

The dirty dancer, cancer, 9th of July

So I srtike only when I'm high, no lie

So why? I don't know why I smoke lye

And stay so high trying to be the multi-

Billionare, niggas ask, you feel 'em there

Pull 'em here, over here, kill 'em here

And send 'em there, over there, where you rest

I stay double busted, nigga, where's your vest?

Is it a test or is it that they stress these rats?

Or is it the trees that make me want to bless these tracks?

These cats, GD cats, we be cats

Giving niggas lessons in the rap sessions


Ayo question: who's whipping the black Expedition?

With that booming system, that'll be me

With these chickens in the back seat holding gats for me

Toting, flattering me, open, chatting with me

I write these rhymes and stay high

Be rolling in a black stolen driving by

And I'm holding, the only thing that I'm smoking is lye

With no cup, full brew, no cup, smoke up

I'm so clutch in big games when big names choke up

I'm so tough over Show stuff now flow's up


Question: why Flow smoke a lot of hydro?

Simple, cause I like to feel clouds in my fucking temple

Maybe you high, I've been to

Puffing more than one, on the run is where I sent you

Must have forgotten I cut like a Ginsu

Bust off a shot to ride the rock instrumentals

Show you the gat, now you figure it's subliminal

Holding down the track, just me and my criminals

On the move, production Show and prove

Be a ruse, GD go win not lose

Got jewels, pay dues, got crews

Want to blow with us, roll with us, think they getting dough with us

Not here, you niggas step to the rear

GD get dirty and blow some Hershey in the air, what?

All this is is choruses

Phat rhymes and beats with kicks like Norrises

We trying to get the money for the kids so peep how raw it is

How raw it is, how raw it is [x2]


I got rock ready in vials, niggas kill me with their petty styles

Tie 'em to the Chevy while I drag 'em every mile

Let the cheddar pile, I need designer clothes, find the hoes

Watch how the diamond glows, time to go, wind the more

Dimes to grow, you throwing mine to blow, you trying to flow

You brought the drama slow and I'm about crime and dough

[Party Arty]

It's time to shine and glow cause I'm the kind to blow

I'm loud, y'all rhyme is low, blowe with my nine to go

Time to blow Five-Oh and knock you down like dominoes

Got the gat between your eyeing holes, make you spine flow


Well I'm a flow, shine with Show, your mind ghost

See the man behind the dough, you didn't get it? Man, you kinda slow

We, holding down that fort lovely

Us three terrorists like Die Hard 3

Rock Mercedes back to back followed by half a G

Topless, like the golden lady, yo I got 'em going

Crazy, Billboarding, cause of my ill recording

Think it's sweet, let the nine mil stall them

Kill 'em slow like Lauryn, full of dough when I'm touring

Me, Party, and Flow create raps that pack the Forum, so warn 'em

All this is is choruses

Phat rhymes and beats with kicks like Norrises

We trying to get the money for the kids so peep how raw it is

How raw it is, how raw it is [x2]

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