Steven Jo - Steven Jo - Don't Mess With The Crew | Текст песни

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• Steven Jo - Don't Mess With The Crew

Shout to One
You already know... Y'feel me?
Vibe, just relax
Let the lyrical Mezziah-Sire, nigga
--Talk to you. Y'feel me?
Kick back some--
Live! Live! Yam! Live! Yam!
Let me kick it back for you..

[Verse 1]

Let me kick back some knowledge
I contain more intelligence than those who went to college
Old school and trust me, I'm no fool
We gone celebrate their failure, give them something to toast to
Sippin' on some 40 oz, looking at the body count
With a ski-mask and rob niggas 'till their last amount
Give me what you got lil mama with no strings attached
If things get twisted up, I'm taking all my skrilla back
Large amounts of money, she was all familiar with it
I took her to the mall and bought her something exquisite
I'm the best she ever had, and that's what she admitted
I got the chemical substance, Steven Jo is the Chemist
Yeah, I'm live like television
Champion like a Detroit Piston
Probably turn a Catholic to a Christian
I analyze the game like an NBA analyst
I grill them all 'till they get catalyst
Yeaauh..

[Chorus2x]

(Wha'cha y'all wanna do?)
(Wha'cha y'all wanna do?)
Don't fuck with the crew!
(Don't fuck with the crew)
And I say, wha'cha y'all wanna do?
(Wha'cha y'all wanna do?)
Y'all better not fuck with the crew!

[Verse 2]

I'm the Hip-Hop President
So, whatever is coming out'cho mouth, but mines, nigga, is irrelevant
Fuck an IQ, don't question my intelligence
Break the cannabis down, we smokin' on the element
What'chu you wanna do, mama?
I could have you living stress free, with no fees, with no drama
Like, Luke Skywalker, I could be your father
When I'm with other women, I hope you don't bother
I school niggas
So, you can get charter
She give me brain, she on the road, so you can be honored
She's an honor roll student--way she give it
She won't go and call the police the way I'm fon' hit it
I'm the best rapper, and that's how I feels 'bout it
I can't be removed like a Window's virus
I get cheese, yeah, I get that cottage
And I don't swagbite shit, so I don't have to pay no homage
Yeeaauh..

[Chorus 2x]

[Outro]

Y'heard me? This is ya boy, Steven Jo, ya heard me? Real talk, y'feel me?
Y'all bwetta not---y'all better not fuck with my crew, nigga. I'll fuck ya ass up, fuck boy
Y'all niggas think I'm sleep.. I got a hundred goons lined up, fuck nigga
Uuuuh huh.. Yeah, that's that old school shit--y'all niggas don't know how to do, fuck nigga. Fuck wit me nigga.. Le'go...

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