Rap City Freestyle

[Verse 1: Big Tigger] Rap City, The Basement Big Tigger, off the top, freestyle, no replacement With my man Ludacris, and I-20 Coming on down every week and scooping honeys You know how it go but please abstain from testing us The album called The Golden Grain DTP, watch the kids flow, step out the way And let my man Ludacris come through with the flow [Verse 2: Ludacris] I see some fools ain’t smart ‘cause they going against me I been rapping since Tyson punched Soda Popinski On a whole ‘nother level, I pass the elite You can ask Red and Meth, I’ll rip a Casio beat Ribbit! Chicks dig it, long as my clique spit it My Cadillac truck gets lower than six midgets It’s wood, kid-id, cars for six digits I’ll rip ya eye out and play FOOS-ball with it Girls see me, they holler and holler hard So much money, I’m ‘bout to buy College Park My records just play, I don’t need payola Long as my eyes stay redder than crayon Crayolas And drill the player-hater, you hardly stacking When you see me, don’t say nothing like Charlie Chapman Ludacris, mmm! “Velvet Jones” AKA “Slap a TRICK With a Cellular Phone” I’m carrying chrome, bullets headed straight to your dome I dig my cradle from my grave, bury my bones It’s scary alone, scarier than hesitant people Gotta smoke a lot of good, ‘cause my residence evil My weapons are lethal, lethal like Murtaugh/Riggs After I blast you, I’ma hurt y’all kids When they see me in the street, parents blast and boo me TVs in my ‘Lac are showing nasty movies And all I gotta do is make a Hillandale call I’m big, you smaller than Avondale Mall [Break: Ludacris] What! What! What! I-20, what’s up? What’s up? What’s up? [Verse 3: I-20] Yeah, after ground, I hit you, put you under the street The only peace that I know is hidden under my seat Disturbing tha Peace, we selling out, you still on the shelf 2-0, I’m Pee Wee Herman, man, I’m feeling myself You feeling my wealth? Check it, dog, here comes the cream So many throwbacks, you’d swear I got a time machine Know what I mean? Jump in the big-body Benz and Car been stopped with the rims still spinning It’s Information Infamous, I keep an infrared Ducking D.A., neglecting off to never mess with Feds I’m all about the bread, chrome to ya head, I bust it down People call my style “monogamy,” ‘cause I don’t mess around Yeah! [Outro: Big Tigger & Ludacris] I-Dub! Tryna replace me in the worst way Shoutout to JT, it’s his damn birthday What! Golden Grain, baby!