lirik lagu ras kass - slap season
[verse 1]
they say men don’t cry, but why this sh-t leakin’ out my eye?
every day’s a good day to die
if i live each second, stand up straight
man of a man, sh-t just don’t add up
so what’s really good? i can’t tell
got n-ggas screaming “church” going straight to h-ll
in a red testerossa, wild west coaster
carry techs in holster, respect the nostra
fam like mafia, white polo t-shirted
haters say the same sh-t like i ain’t never hizzeard it
yall n-ggas is funny like nick cannon
got a nickel-plated magnum, nick-named nick cannon
hitman and tryin’ not to spit random
bust at even a phantom, ricocheted and hit adam
put satan on my belt and my force one swooshes
never bit apple, blend the can with the juices
fail the plan, you plan to fail
and the plan is to send my little man to yale
and n-ggas know they ain’t f-ckin’ with that
like what did the five fingers say to the face? slap!
[hook]
just give me the reason, and i’ll promise i’ll make it your day (slap season)
my hands are so achey from slappin’ these n-ggas all day (slap season!)
boy, i tried to tell you that i don’t really play those games (slap season)
ohhhhhh ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhh…. (slap season!)
[verse 2]
and you can think you know a n-gga ’til he get a little fame
believe me, [censored out] sold his soul in d.c
f-cked me up though, gotta move on now
step my game up, making product cologne now
dumbin’ out, minkin’
bout to a custom made skunk, fur, hoody, and it ain’t stinkin’
yall know the biz, that’s what it is
got wendy outta capitol like i clapped on the b-tch
kept my masters, and let paper trail explain
beat white corporate america at they own game
i’m a couple million dollars richer
rap has got heads startin’ to buy frames, yall get the picture
and before i go broke
i send the b-tch on a flight with her baby in her tote
that ain’t formula, bottles filled with liquified c0ke
make the sign of the cross and die with the pope
float through cali with damu’s and blues
non-affiliates and seranios too
bulldogs, northerners, and k-mi
prolly some other sh-t you never heard of somewhere in the boonies
shiites and sunnis, oosoes and goonies
like santa, i slide down your chimney, sprayin’ a uzi
and n-ggas know they ain’t f-ckin’ with that
like what did the five fingers say to the face? slap!
[hook]
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