Esham - Velveeta lyrics

I feel sorry for your mother

Bruce Wayne, down the way

East W

I be the dude that can't get up in vails with the Rockports

I'm outside with th pipe and the ride

The big 5-O the pimp and the yo

Pumpin' with Master P and not DeAngelo

The radio disc jock, sarakhana

Goin' off wet and marijuana

The unholy, yo yeah it's me

Straight from the D, so who wants a ki?

I'll split the wig of a dirty pig

Made a deal with the devil and I won't renig

When in Cleveland I'm in the valley down the way

Hustlin' everyday drinkin' Tanger-A

You might see me with Paul Paul or my dude Day-Day

How's about some remmie, don't be rude bay-bay

From Detroit to Cleveland, my 75 I was beamin'

Yoca Cola shoppin' OZ choppin'

This is for the hustlers who be real with they grind

Makin' more cheese than rats see in a lifetime

I just want to clock cash and rock the mic

I walked on water in Cleveland and then I shine like sunlight

I bust in Atlanta didn't let 'cha slide

Underground, Bruce Wayne, known nationwide

See I tell ya some of these rappers in the game ain't it

Some of these nappy head clowns can't afford an outfit

What you sayin' boy, you wanna get with me?

Big cheddar, melt little cheese

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Still ain't velveeta to me

I be the microphone master, crashin' your party

Clownin' up in veils, drunk with Bacardi

You better get your girl because I'm thristy about it

And if you think I hit that, yo don't doubt it

I steal all them bigs in your hood on the regular

Million dollar playa we get money, I keep tellin' ya

I don't give a hoot if your girl don't dance

I always wear Adidas screamin' fuck your man

Yo it's E, Bruce Wayne, unholy, it's E

I'm down with Mobide and Masta M-I-N-D

Coppin' the corner ki, from the dealin' Cleveland I flee

Bustin' shots at my enemy, but you brothers ain't it to me