i think a lotta mainstream rap artists (aka. pop artists) are wack, but here's one who actually made really impressive progression to become highly respectable in his own right.. you knew the beats would be good, and the content's still at the same level of depth, but on this album Fabolous really held his own in terms of rhymes compared to his debut album & early mixtape appearances.. i like the hook Jeezy provided but i took out his 2nd verse coz its gahbage. ("f*ck, you tryna kick knowledge?!" i might even quote.) but back to the main point - mister F-A B-O L-O U-S holds it down on both verses, one stretch in the 3rd verse is riiiiiidiculous. and delicious. to a diehard rap fan at least.
[Verse 1-Fabolous]
It's no love for the other side, f*ck all the tricks
Pop the glove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds love how a brother ride, truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, i pluck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a n*gga brought grey plaques in
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you n*ggas lay back then
Like you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket fulla do the damn thang money
I keep it comin with bottles of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin till you pull a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin like they got a problem with me
I got them boys slingin rocks in the lobby for me
I'm rich b*tch, ballin just a hobby for me
[Chorus-Young Jeezy]
I got a pocket full of money and my wrist all froze
So f*ck what you heard we don't love them hoes, heeyyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A n*gga might grin but it ain't still funny
Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
[Verse 3-Fabolous]
You hatin instead of participatin with them boys
You skatin on them 22 datins like them boys
I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys
I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that sh*t
They see a n*gga stones look sick
And I gotta stack of singles in my hand thats phone booth thick
Cuz I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good b*tch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe should switch
And get ridda that sh*t spitta, get wit her, sh*t gitter
sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't b*tch chitter
My style fit wit her
I tell her you don went left now you need to go right like a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When im in the six with her
So im in a mix with her
Fourty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherf*cker
But a n*gga try then he gon die in this motherf*cker
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