"B.K. Style" lyrics
Yea. It's 'bout to get real hard for these niggas to move, man
Somebody, get these niggas some wheelchairs or something
Goin to war is still a scary issue
But in my hood they train to kill with every pistol
Like their military issue
Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc too
Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you
'Cause I proved I move the retail
Make the smoothest grooves with females
And I remove the roofs on V12s
You ain't never seen it move this smooth on sprewells
I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me
The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
Just cop one joint, for one point something
Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
So watch what you say to them crackers
I'll put a couple Gs on your head like you play for the Packers
I'm rap's LeBron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
You got some sticky weed? Pass it
If not put it out, I'm pushin it before they put it out
With the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out
Blastin a dude who get it first, before they put it out
Clue!
Maybe wouldn't be a million kids with their faces on containers
If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a
Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty-trained
You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
Ride up on your coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you
'Cause even if you reppin like a man of steel
You gon' still need a weapon when you land a deal
One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon 'cause you scanned a mil?
What
I crept in and got handed meals
Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill
Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils?
You must be fuckin stupid, nigga
Somebody, get these niggas some wheelchairs or something
Goin to war is still a scary issue
But in my hood they train to kill with every pistol
Like their military issue
Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc too
Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you
'Cause I proved I move the retail
Make the smoothest grooves with females
And I remove the roofs on V12s
You ain't never seen it move this smooth on sprewells
I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me
The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
Just cop one joint, for one point something
Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
So watch what you say to them crackers
I'll put a couple Gs on your head like you play for the Packers
I'm rap's LeBron James, I quickly see baskets
These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
You got some sticky weed? Pass it
If not put it out, I'm pushin it before they put it out
With the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out
Blastin a dude who get it first, before they put it out
Clue!
Maybe wouldn't be a million kids with their faces on containers
If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a
Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty-trained
You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
Ride up on your coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you
'Cause even if you reppin like a man of steel
You gon' still need a weapon when you land a deal
One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon 'cause you scanned a mil?
What
I crept in and got handed meals
Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill
Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils?
You must be fuckin stupid, nigga
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Mashonda K. Tifrere, John David Jackson, Victor Santiago
