Chris Rock lyrics

by

Young Zee


[Intro: Shannon Briggs]
Let's go, Champ!
It's the Champ: Shannon "The Cannon" Briggs
Two time heavyweight champion of the world!
Outsidaz forever!
Young Zee
Happy birthday!
Let's go, Champ!

[Verse 1: Son Hoss]
House of the Dragon
Then I'm spittin' komodos
Son with the glow
Just got back my mojo
Disco lights
n*ggas movin' slo-mo
All black
Be on the lookout that’s a bro low
For Son Hoss, son, I get sick a lot
I ninja chop two cement cinderblocks
Smoother than the juice when your blender stops
Meditating off of turmeric and ginger shots
n*ggas rather be in Ukraine fightin' Putin
Than face the brick city Wu-Tang Isaac newton
Man down, now the sirens movin'
So dishonorable
I made 'em pay, no prostitution
The sun must shine
Everything's designer made
I get dressed up
Sharp as my katana blades
Walk in some sh*t like I'm the wave
Feel my fung shui
Hand mudras, namaste
Been had faith, I'm big poppa
Like the Puff like to sip vodka
Plus I spit sriracha
Fix chakra like a witch doctor
sh*t lit, we the drip mafia
n*ggas'll Chris Rock ya
[Chorus: Pacewon]
Keep
The Outsidaz
Name
Out
Your
Mother-
f*ckin'
Mouth
Son Hoss, Young Zee, Pacewon
Let's go

[Verse 2: Young Zee]
Yeah I was retarded it's what they called me
So I bought that short yellow bus and turnt it to a RV
I just have parties
With Barbies that come buffalo soldier
Like I'm f*ckin' bob Marley
Rifle hunter
My gun kick like Giants punter
I march up the hill like Zion's mother
They'll find who f*cked us
And tires runners till my guys's Hummer
And drive till sun up
I swim in his wifes's pelvis
Like Michael Phelps on psychedelics
Then hide like a shellfish
White folks treat me like I'm down with Elvis
So I get blue notes like I'm Harold Melvins
I make a pistol out of
The shape of a igloo
Far away I can hit you
And lay in that b*tch, too
Your bars' foul play
I’m bangin' the whistle
Clear the studio
We hangin' up crystals
[Chorus: Pacewon]
Keep
The Outsidaz
Name
Out
Your
Mother-
f*ckin'
Mouth
Son Hoss, Young Zee, Pacewon
Let's go
R, what up?
Spud, what up?
Let's go
On our Desperado sh*t
b*tch
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