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Lord Superb
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Can't Outrap Me
[Intro:Lord Superb] Let me tell these niggas how I feel Aiyo, it ain't no that, that can outrap me, man Niggas don't do it like I do this shit, man For real, I do it, man, I do it for me Now I do it for Stack Bundles, I do it for the Riot Far Rock America, we in the muthafucking building Ya'll niggas hear me? Alright, listen Bulletproof the muthafucking booth, I'm bout to go in, listen
[Lord Superb] Niggas wanna shoot me up, cuz I got a living room In my coupe, plus the roof is cut Even the ashtrays got wood on 'em I'm the nicest nigga alive, I put my hood on it Don't rock my bitch, put my kid on it I'mma ride til I die, die cuz I live for it Tell my soldiers bubble the wet, while I'm out in Iraq Try to find us an oil connect Haters can't touch us, no, I just took Everything we had, copped some Russian dough Hustlers said I'm on some real bullshit, cuz I got the Fiends in the hood calling the block Little Bushwick It's big whips now, cuz it's big flips now Was a Toys R Us kid, I'm a big kid now When you see me riding clean, with the dope fiend lean Know soon as I came home, I got dope fiend green That's green from the dope fiends, I ain't sniffing I did, six on my head, I ain't snitching My Riot Squad niggas is the best hustlers Telling all ya'll little scrappies, we some head bustas Til Stack call, buy all the chips Make it hot like ya'll in Miami with minks Soon as I come home, I'm bringing my gun home Watch it pop off, I'mma blow the industry top off I don't need Jacob to get my rocks off Perb is not soft, Perb is hot sauce, muthafuckas
[Interlude: Lord Superb] I'm hot sauce, I'm hot sauce, nigga I'm hot sauce, listen, listen
[Lord Superb] When you hear the word 'hustler', think of the kid Rock star, got a pot stove and sink in my whip Cot that Crouching Tiger coke, think of the flip Had to take it off the boat, it was sinking the ship I be looking for a reason to pimp, watch that Even Michael Jackson think with his dick So if, Jada's the champ, let him know the boss is here I handle more boy and girl than foster care The twenty ten Porsche is here, Jack Frost is here Who give a fuck about your earrings, I shoot off your ears Truck got a little dents in it, few off this year All we do is close deals, and make offers here Ramada music, the booth is like room service A million course meals, E pills, and record deals Grind all that up front money, fuck record sales Thousand dollar leather belt, both feet Picasso Had the jewelry and the clothes, I'm looking rich like an oil painting Party at the house on the hills Plus the car I drive look like 50 crib on wheels G'd up, the feet cost six hundred My clothes prices is high like they get blunted I dress like I'm a star, but, I am As for my jewels, they sent my watch in an armored car Niggas on the corner, dope prices getting steep He hit my shit twice, I thought he was sleep Came up out his knob, wiped his slob Licked the paper, gave that shit a blowjob Said damn that shit is hard, where you get it from, God? I re-up from the ground, I get it from God There's enough to go around, you can get it tomorrow What you call that shit, Perb? Bolivian Tar
[Outro: Lord Superb] We got it for ya'll niggas, man Meet me by Ralph's, nigga Bolivian Tar
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