MAGNO - Old School Beat lyrics

[Magno]

It's Magno on a old school beat, 22's on a old school fleet

You ain't a Cadillac Mag, I could tell by them hoes you meet

Girls love me cause the flow's unique, it's no competition

Don't even try to rap Mag, we rock fitted's now

Throw away that snap back, if it's a Mag track then you know that's money

That's a hardwood classic, not a throwback dummy

In Denver Colorado, with a Colfax honey

Like a nose I got a flow that's runny, yeah

You know me, I'm down to choke and beat a hater

That's if I lose my cool, like a broke refrigerator

Y'all niggas think y'all muffle, till I break y'all face into pieces

Like a jigsaw puzzle, hoes ease my brain like a cheap psychiatrist

I got they voice breaking up, like cingular wireless

I cock back, and let that weaponry go

Your flows tacky, outdated like That 70's Show

Magnificent that kid, that's destined to blow

Collecting the do', put that Smith-N-Wess to your throat

Either take a deep swallow, or three hollows

Choose wisely, I treat you cats like Ron Isely

Left between the sheets, when I bust that 3-8

Got your mom's crying a river, like Justin T-lake

So go ahead, just admit I'm best

'Fore I put this chrome to your pipe, like an emission test

You ain't even 'pose, to been a roller

Dealing with Mag, chiefs get bagged like groceries at Kroger's

I got the cutest broads, I pull up with model chicks

That's taller, than NBA shooting guards

But Magno's, playing the point

I assist her with dick, and then we blazing a joint

I keep on displaying the point, that I'm the coldest

I'm the joystick, I control this

That's why your ex, still wanna page

My album gon sell, like X pills at a rave

The Rookie of the Year, gon make a mill in a day

If it don't, I'm making mills from the game

I never beg for pennies, think different

Better scramble, like some eggs at Denny's

I got that chrome and that lead, to tempt me

I'ma squeeze, till your head is empty

Magnificent spit that real, and make a jerk nervous

People sleeping on your flows, like church service

Cause you worthless, who messing with Mag

Keep talking, you'll be missing a dad

Matter fact you'll be missing a moms, you get abused for joking

My balls so big, they could be used for bowling

And I don't mean to seem ferocious

My click exterminate, but I don't mean for roaches

I got lines, like a operator

Might go to Oakland, and just cop the Raiders

You just don't know man, I'll pop a hater

You got some do' man, but my knot is greater

Then nod your head, in a slow bob

I hate working, but I will take a blow job

It's Magno, I keep wrecking the flow

That's why your boy, collecting the do'

I step in the room ice chain, Mike got the ice mouth

You might see us on T.V., the ice house

A street flavor, we got that street flavor

haters wanna hate, but them stats beat haters, yeah