COUNT BASS-D

COUNT BASS-D - On The Reels lyrics

"All these crab niggas know the deal" [x3]

"On the reels"

It's like, herbs and crabs everywhere

People pissing on my album, yo I just didn't care

They couldn't understand, I couldn't comprehend

These homeboys stopped calling me, we are not friends

Yeah I do guest spots with rappers and write joints for Victor Wooten

I'm disputing your cash Stash like Rasputin

Pure Bliss like Melvin, are all the reasons MFing

I'm the king, y'all brothers is getting vicked for your publishing

A lotta you rappers out here remind me of Stan Musial

You're good at what you do but it's not musical

I'm not mystical but I might confuse a few

You need to know that I'm much better than you

Better credit than you, greener letters than you

You and your crew coming through, ain't to do but do

You ain't gonna scare me into liking you

Real thugs don't rap, they key it up, t'all niggas is Theodore

Uh! Your broad is a fraud, she be hitting rappers since

Latin Quarters, Wild Style, and Style Wars

Brothers be losing their life to have mass appeal

You keep it real on the streets, keep it real on the reels

"All these crab niggas know the deal" [x3]

"On the reels"

Hey, DJ Premier rap talent, y'all act like you don't know

Buckwild for self, y'all put it on at the Show

I nut on y'all beats, but this ain't JuJu

Crazy likes Legs but I Rocks-Steady on your crew

Y'all on that Glamour and Glitz

While I'm all up in your ear like Q-Tip's doing a remix

This is nothing for the radio, y'all labels won't jock me

Fuck the music biz, I want my name with a marquee

This is soul food, "Get Off That Bullshit" please

I want extra greens, I brough Extra-P's

So keep on yapping, I'll just wait til you're finished

I'm still an A-sharp simmer, you a F-flat diminish

"All these crab niggas know the deal" [x3]

"On the reels"

Rappers in videos and magazines sitting at the keys, but can't find Middle C

They seem to think cause they be wilding in the streets

They can fall off in the studio and make the illest beats

As if it ain't no talent involved

I've been in Tenessee 8 years and still ain't scared of none of y'all

Hey, Count Bass and I will never fall

You keep it real on the streets, keep it real on the reels

"All these crab niggas know the deal" [x3]

"On the reels"

"Word to mother, heard 'em fronting"

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