Leama & Moor feat. Jan Johnston - Waiting lyrics

Intro:

WhoRidas. Tha Alkaholiks (X8)

WhoRidas:

Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock

With the master key, but the master key be me

I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove

And commence to roll, like a tire

A real rider will ride ya, like a stallion with a chair

Any buster be cherbin', in the game that's embarrassin'

And we came prepared because I'm round hoe

On the down low

And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico

From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know

How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder

So we smoke a hundered yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?

No duckin' and dodgin', my niggas be ridin'

But we be no gangstas, straight laced parlayers

You stick around and watch my money lay ya

And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel

On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin'

They gun with a story to tell, fresh off the press

Hittin' hard like a tech on the target

Scratching ""Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right.""

J-Ro:

J-Ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'

I'm trippin' like Pippen, long hour sippin'

Uh, ? deep into books on my shelves

I like them sexy ladies that can do for they damn selves

What good is a beautiful dame, with a Royals Royce frame

And a Volkswagen brain

My style be kind of old, like gold

But it's the reason why I still mold, C-notes in my bill fold

I like my brew real cold, it's the Ro-gram you with me

Swift won't you hit me, one time, fo the troubles in these rhymes

Niggas do crimes and never make it past they primes

My flows are numerous like East Valley murders

Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like Rall