lirik lagu dom pachino - 100 percent
[dom pachino]
just tell me who’s better than, this military lyrical veteran
it’s guaranteed that this year, n-gga, we gon’ get it in
from here to el paso, i be swinging my laso
i rise and gon’ keep it a hundred, don’t give me no h-ssle
quit being an -ssh0l-, i’m so tired and fake
i play the role like mel carter, n-gga, give me a break
i’m hot, like a b-tch in spring break
i’m hot, like the young new n-gga drake, but on an underground for goodness sake
i’m a lot more dirty, baby, let’s take a mud bath
i’m fly like when the skuds blast, don’t give me no riff raff
please take a seat, and gather around
and come listen to the terrorist sound
this is napalm music, know how we get down
on the day to day, you b-tches wanna play today?
i’m a fresh thing, like a gatorade, please take a sip
and tell me how you like the taste of this terrorist sh-t?
[chorus: just da barber]
don’t don’t dare try to f-ck with this music
that rude sh-t, that make you pop off quick
n-ggas i went to school with be packing a tool wit
jump in a cool whip, just to blast off quick
taking nothing less, then a hundred percent
i’m taking nothing less, than a hundred percent, n-gga
[dom pachino]
you know the kid’s back to raise my value like valuum
i had an epiphany, in the sauna with my pad and my towel
let’s raise caine, sh-t on the game, i move a vowel
i shoot my raps like an arrow, off the bow with pharaoh
yo, where you been, p, last spotted in a black beemer
interior, send ’em and sprinkle the team with farina
women say i clean the relics, just with noxyema
she cracked a smile on the face, once she seen my ice gleam up
let’s get your mind off my peanuts
i got a pre-nub, accounts come tight
c-ck harder than a tree stump, and that’s all you get aight?
i got a stick-up mentality
if you caught me in ’96, i got a stick-up man salary
dom pop a n-gga from the gun bust academy
a graduate with plans to live lavishly
terrorist bring the pain, i raise ‘caine on you savages
[chorus]
[dom pachino]
raise ‘caine like a c0ke price, my lyrics like
crack dope ice, emphidemes, extra c’s, special k, crystal meth
if you listen to them loud, you might end up deaf
i dice you up like a chef
we decide to stay hard, since there’s no more left
it’s like there’s only club music
what happened to that true new york thug music, that started this sh-t
it’s like it’s gone and the next, leave r-t-rdly sick
but we the last of a dying breed, when the game’s in a dyer need
my real soldiers please vow for me
as we start this campaign, and bring back the origin
from where this hip hop came, n-gga
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