DJ Enuff Freestyle

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Let's start the year off right man (that birthday shit)
 Dip-Set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
 Enuff let's do it Killa
 Uh, Up and now murja it's foul murder turkeys to
 Cowburgers the code to i'll murder
 Child if you style or wild splurja
 Stay away o.k. Mr Giles'll hurt ya
 I aint go to school stayed the hell at home
 In the real estate dog I seen hell at homes
 You was selling out I was selling homes
 Selling dreams to the phone I can sell the tone
 In the science lab I mix mechemicals
 In silicone fella in the vanilla cone
 The school even play the recorder
 Now days he work for FEDS
 And plays his recorder
 You think he placing he taping his order
 Marking the bills j reed tasting the waterfucked up
 We duc taping his daughter
 That's the taping they taught us
 In addition add the eight and the quarters get it
 In addition ma, yeah you get it dog
 Gets it and ditch it kitchen wippen and flip it raw
 Get it all off the kitchen floor
 My bad is my bad the baddest ask me
 What I'm bitching for
 What I'm bitching for?
 Is to put the is in all
 Furs his or hers bitch go pitch it whore
 No disrespect mami, no disrespect at all
 In a year or two maybe youc an get a store
 You should honor my cor
 You wan't a honda accord
 I'm trying to turn you into entrepreneurs
 That's a real friend
 That's a homie right right true
 I fell that is only right
 That I live the life of rally
 I done did knives in alleys pipes in rallys
 What you do now?
 Now I catch flights to Cali
 Looking for a wife to spouse I pipe her proudley
 She understands my life gets rowdy
 I'm the same say
 Prane day I'm icy outley
 Yo, Now I done been on both sides of the fence
 Now I done been on both sides of the gate survived and escaped
 Look at me now man I'm driving away
 Thinking about my old teacher who said I rot and decay(never)
 I go back and beep the horn at em
 Blowing that cheech and chong at em
 Yelling screaming the boy is platinum
 It all happens so fast
 They all imagine I crash
 But I did straight threw I'm bad
 Like Michael was see what the cycle does
 360- Spin around, i'm the new kid in town
 Yeah it's coming soldier, April the month it's over
 Yeah your run is over
 The album is done I told ya
 What a classic I made, I look up see Cam
 See the game what a path that he made
 A beautiful mind trapped in the shade
 Cracking codes for the man
 Who only stand in the back of my brain
 At last I done came up in the proper way
 True author like the great doctor Malachi York was
 You can't respect the amount jewels in this new wide movement
 If you don't respect the amount of dudes in this too live movement
 Me and Killa, we like them, those two guys moving I-95 south dirty
 With them two pies moving moving
 Trying to crease out the lightning
 Trying to keep out the excitement
 But is hard in this bull-shit in this game
 Cause the secret indictments
 And you coke experimenters
 And you coke experiencers
 Be easy on the phone dog, cause you know the hearing us
 You styling them bitches
 Cause you know they serious
 Just picturing, it's so easy to draw
 Stop and freeze at them whores
 Then we speed off in cars
 Then we breezing the law
 Blowing that weed from my jaw
 G's up hoe's down
 EASTSIDE to by dog (EastSide)
 All the time man
 Thanks for even asking
 Or we be seen in apens
 In that pool house that hot tub with that steam relaxing
 And we be seen in action
 Keep them fiends collapsing
 And they thirsty and they nodding and the be?
 They see me my actions
 I cruise by in a beemer just laughing
 I let that rock and roll
 I coping poppy's load
 It was like coping gold, I shut down poppy's load
 I hit the strip dog
 I see the cops get load
 Now I'm living the life I got to stop and close
 Big cars big stars like it's rock and roll let's rock and roll
 

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Duration
05:11
Key
10
Tempo
113 BPM

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