STATIK SELEKTAH - Camouflage Dons lyrics

rate me

My barrel lean like thorazine

Like Reverend King, cream like …

Cartel spark reel, y’all in the mezzanine

Women at the shot ball, shot ball, guillotine

A hundred on the dot balls, black on the big machine

Blowing at your entourage, old squad, wolverines

Camouflage dons, spit hella steam, prophesize, picking out the lies

Gotta get the green

Backs in my nap sack, roll up a swisher, sweet, light a splif, life’s a bitch

Freaking off with the team, off the shit I’ve seen, probably should be dead now

Fuck the zombies, smoke the bong, it’s weed to the head now

It’s the semi-auto going through your audio

My name is pressure and leave you in the poorest mode

Known movements, it’s reality music, the gun law is: if you got one, you better use it

Listen, they pit convoes, see your way out before D jump over E

And if you want by the cheek so play silly, feel a 9 milly

Acting like you ‘bout this life beef for really

Face fighting, wanna steal, y’all niggas kill me

Deer gang, 215, it’s Gucci Philly, it’s Louis Loaf with the smoke that beats that

Camouflage dons, zombies, static select

We present shots, we blowing off limbs

No sublimes, don’t get it twisted, we knock them

It’s a new wave, NWA, trick it how you want it, and it’s all I got to say

The fame ain’t changed me, I still don’t fuck with you, niggas

I still be on the streets, I still scream fuck religion

I ain’t scared of beef, get beacon, put on a skillet

You bigots are non-existent so fuck all my competition, hold up

Hoes haze, no competition, your mortal vision is sacrilegious

Painting vivid pictures, smoking with the same niggas

It’s Montana flow, whiter than the white cops that shot the kid on my block

I’m from a place where we rolling, we take it

Blow teeth, two foes, trap it in the basement

Two freaks, one me, it’s threesomes in the AM

Take a whiff, fold shit, four blunts in one bash

Bodies in the basement, homicide cases?

Prophesize about multiplying pot like we makers

Hater, you ain’t on like the Lakers

I know I’m wrong but we don’t go, got this slave shit

Smith & Weston, one bullet, your pick

Third lid, I be putting it in your bitch

Robbing like life after death, had a fourth disk

Rhyme like all eyes on me times four shit

Park place, sheet pins, smoking at the ball games

Scot bucks up top only when the Knicks play

Sniffing with some fun, OG and a swish play

Before you cross the day, motherfucker, look both ways

Motherfucker, look both ways

Motherfucker, look both ways

Camouflage dons, camouflage dons