October 13, 2009

Twista f/Pharrell "Lavish"

This is one of the few moments in life where I felt good about Pharrell rappin. Overall he makes GREAT music, but his rap ability isn't really his strong suit. Off of Twista's "The Day After."

"Uh, one time for my niggaz on the corner
With the burners on and with the fresh yams in they tube socks
Uh, two times for my niggaz with they hands in the air
Sayin a prayer cause the game left their dude shot
Yes - I know that puzzle
Niggaz at each other thinkin they will bust you
The bang is the same even if it's muffled
But the moment so loud when a dead man hug you
He's cold in your arms, but you ain't gon' be foldin your arms
You gon' be lowered in your arms
Cryin to open the jar, and to add injury to insult
You're smokin your life away
Look at me, big car big house big jewels
All that came out my backpack
You ain't gon' do it, it ain't gon' work, you ain't gon' prove it
Even though that hurt, I just skated past that
Look - everybody got dreams about ki's
Chains full of ice with S after the V's
Horse on the hood, a grill full with the B's
Dangling your feet in San Turin-y breeze
Make a virtual picture, and spin around
That ain't it, well fuck it nigga we get it down
Never try to grab your ankle nigga we'll kick 'em down
Focus up, we gotta hit it now
Bruh when your cell goes clink, that's when you forfeit
All them dreams, all that divorce it
You ain't even get to see new mansion and Porsche shit
This dedicated to my man up in Norfolk, locked up"

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