Rhymin 4 Dolo lyrics

[Intro: Sean Price talking]
Nahmean? n*ggas talking 'bout "Yo son what up man? What up with you and Rock man? Man what's popping? What up with Buckshot, what up with the crew, what up with the Click man?"
E'rything cool man, just get off my f*cking di*k man. Let me breathe easy duke. Let me do me and and for the rest of y'all n*ggas, here go y'all answer, listen

[Verse]
S to the izz E
A to the izz N
I'm rhyming for dolo cause I got homos for frizzends
Can't we get along? I don't think so
Used to be my man but now I don't think so
Think I'm crazy then, well f*ck it I'm on the brink yo
You can rubber room and cuff me up in the clink yo
Y'all got problems
I ain't concerned with that
You want to fix 'em b*tch, learn to rap
f*ck mine, f*ck yours
Touch doors, buck four, Ruck raw pa, cause the motherf*cking nut raw
n*ggas in the back like, "Man, that n*gga Ruck soft."
Scheming on my son cause they know the n*gga truck horse
f*ck you, I'm in the strip club ready to rub soft
Titties, duck laws, pity but I got a nut off
Still the same n*gga, fried rice, chicken duck sauce
You a b*tch that switch that's why you got cut off
See my squad, listen, I could never be a fraud
You'se a b*tch n*gga doing dance steps in leotards
f*ck a friend duke cause most is fake
Read 1-20 lessons eating Hostess cakes
Duke I hate n*ggas like you
Fake n*ggas like you
Take n*ggas like you
Shake n*ggas like you
Punch you in your face, straight break n*ggas like you
When I'm high, no telling what the f*ck Ruck might do
Got weed and clothes, so you high
So you fly
You got guns? So do I
Can't believe you b*tch n*ggas didn't notice my
Gun out walking down the street so you die
S to the izz E
A to the izz N
I'm rhyming for dolo cause I got homos for frizzends
S to the izz E
A to the izz N
I'm rhyming for dolo cause I got multiple frizzends