Karaoké 90s Rap Mashup Austin Williams

Stop

Drop

Shut 'em down

Open up shop singin'

Woah ho

No

That's how Ruff Ryders roll

I'm goin' down, down baby yo' street in a Range Rover

Street sweeper baby

Cocked, ready to let it go

Shimmy shimmy cocoa what

Listen to the pound

Light it up and take a puff

Pass it to me now

I got that wood grain with the leather seats

I got the windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me

Smokin' on that doja

Four of my buddies in the back screamin' No Limit soldiers

One, two

Three and to the four

Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door

Ready to make an entrance so back on up 'cos you know we're about to rip stuff up

Give me the microphone first so I can bust it like a bubble

L.A. and Nashville together

Man you know you in trouble

It ain't nuthin' but a G thang baby

Y'all loc'ed out people so we're crazy

Remember walkin' you from school and homies hate me but I ain't trippin' 'cos I knew one day girl you'd be my lady

You'll probably have my babies

I know it sounds crazy but thugs need love

If you real girl save me

Wake up, wake up, wake up

It's the first of the month

Get up, get up, get up

Cash your checks and get up

Wake up, wake up, wake up

It's the first of the month

Get up, get up, get up

Everybody singin'

Give me two pairs 'cos I need two pairs

So I can get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones

Get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones

Sayin' Colt Forty-Five and two Zigzags

Baby that's all we need

And we can go to the park after dark

We can smoke that tumbleweed

As the marijuana burn we can take our turn singin' them dirty rap songs

Yeah stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong

Sellin' tapes from here to Hong Kong

So roll, roll, roll my joint

Pick out the seeds and stems

Feelin' high as hell

Flyin' through Palmdale

Skatin' on Dayton rims

So roll, roll, the eighty-three

Cadillac Coupe De Ville

If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell

I bet my Caddy will

I wanna be a

Baller

A shot caller

Twenty inch blades on my Impala

Caller gettin' paid tonight

Swisher rolled tight

Gotta sprayed by Ike

I hit the highway

Makin' money then fly way

But there's got to be a better way

Better way, better way yeah

Boys and girls wanna hear a true story

Saturday night

I was at this real wild party

They had the liquor overflowin' the cup

About five or six strippers tryin' to work for a buck and I

Took one girl outside with me

Her name was Maria

She went to junior high with me

I said

Why you up in there dancin' for cash

I guess a whole lot's changed since I seen you last, she said

What would you do if your son was at home cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor

And he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man for a little bit of money

And his daddy's gone somewhere smokin' rock now in and out of lockdown

I ain't got a job now

So for you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life yeah