Bozak

[Verse 1] Rock the rope, no joke Bang you with the sock and soap I’m locked in the flow How could it be not so? But why gloat? Keep rocks to tote, behind the console Y’all weak, let the Don flow Like Don down the god throat Cigar smoke at park slope Car float like a wood log boat Cook more coke, rock that couture coat I meant well, pray the good lord know Only did work to get more dough Slang work, let them Pitbull's roam Through the home, cocaine slang through the nose Music really orgasmic The glass stick might crack a bit Slave owner, make 'em crack the whip on they back and shit I’m beating 'em hard, defeating the odds Getting my feet massaged at the lodge, free of charge While the meat get slobbed I feel the need to discharge (Uhh) Spit these bars for grip, but this get rich scheme of ours Ride around in the meanest cars, I seen it in the genie’s ball Signs of the times is written like graffiti on the wall For me to y’all, read the bars from a pimp daily Sincerely, yours Marci' [Chorus] The man, the mac Keep my hand on the mac like Mad Max From that I got a bad back Gat at least a half of shack off the gun rack Just keep where I’m at under the raps That’s the catch ol' chap Don’t make me go inside the backpack Then you can hold that, lick the Bozak [Verse 2] G’s on the table, green sable Squeeze, hey, you'll catch 3 in the navel Bleed till you start seeing angels Scene is tranquil, learn to seem not to be ungrateful The sheet drape you all you seen was his feet and ankles Free the dangle like a Run-DMC cable Being strangled in the fiend angle Clean angle riding beast stable Let the piece fade you, rest in peace may you When I come to repay you Revenge is sweet like tree maple You un-loyal nigga be faithful It will be faithful when your meets cradle Leak tomato on the street lay you Not be anal but you weak fables ain’t deep Slay you and let the .38 long steam bathe you You lame you, peep how I came through Show that ass a thing or two It ain’t get your crew, and then the thang-thang blew [Chorus] Man, the mac Keep my hand on the mac like Mad Max From that I got a bad back Gat least a half of shack off the gun rack Just keep where I’m at, under the raps That’s the catch ol' chap Don’t make me go inside the backpack Then you can hold that, lick the Bozak