60 Bar Dash lyrics

On your mark. Get set...

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Jump back, kiss myself
Sean Price used to pump crack, get that wealth
Number one ranking taken, I'mma get that belt
Not a card dealer but deal with the cards that's dealt
Yo I do this for my so fly, so high n*ggas
African-butt-scratching-bowtie n*ggas
Ben Vereen/Chicken George, Fiddler On the Roof n*ggas
Yo I'm nice but I shoot n*ggas
Ayo, Superfly Snuka jumping from the turnbuckle
Smoking on some sh*t you never smoked on before, f*ck you
Yo, asked a b*tch for some brains she said "Never
Last time I licked your balls caught high blood pressure"
Evel Knievel hot wheels jumping like Duke boys (yeeeehaaah!)
Posdnous, Mase and Trugoy (what?)
Plug one in your neck and plug two in your chest
Turn around and plug three in your rest
Yo, pop clip in and dump, hop, skip and a jump
Backseat of the car, hot chick in the front
f*ck y'all rappers, all y'all gay
Tryna sell rap and crack: John Forte
n*gga

[Interlude 1: PF Cuttin' & Sean Price]
Time! Time?
53.7 seconds
That's kinda f*cked up, duke. Aight, it was aight, but yo let's try it again, ready? Ayo, hold up, man
Go!
[Verse 2: Sean Price]
My mama ain't raise no fool because my mama ain't raise me, fool
Sean Price the name, ya' beats hot but ya' writing is lame
Release shots on the side of ya' frame
The trees copped now I'm high as a plane
With these cops need a nine in the Range
Ya' seeds watch while you're high and insane, yo
Bust a u-ey, roll the window down, clutch a toolie
Kill a cop, get away just like a movie
Yo, more or less n*gga, less is more
Half a shirt, half a skirt is how I dress them whores
The Education of Sean Price, turn to page 20
Learn how Grandma Jean used to make money
Mighty Joe Young, used to gorilla pimp hoes for bread
Can't work her next day, bust her nose and head
Canadian steroids, Ben Johnson, cheating to win
Like a fair fight with heat to ya' chin
Yo the Fab 5 single came out, I got dough
Then the Fab 5 sh*t got played out, I'm like 'Yo
Lend me a dollar, duke what you want me to do?
You broke then I'm broke, n*gga, I work for you'

[Interlude 2: PF Cuttin' & Sean Price]
Time! 1.53 seconds. Damn
f*ck you talking 'bout? You outta breath, you sound like you Ranacanin' on a [?]
[Verse 3: Sean Price]
Yo, I got one hand back in the street
I got the other hand back in the booth (Word?)
I'm in the crib with the VCR on, watching Amistad
Thinking 'bout a motherf*cking cracker to shoot
Pootie Tang n*ggas always got a lot to say
Ain't talking 'bout sh*t though, sa-da-tay
Classical soul (what?), I got the nastiest flow
Sean Price, big gun by the grassiest knoll
Can't see me coming, like I was f*cking a blind b*tch
Grabbing the radio and then commence to rewind this
Leave it alone, or you can bleed from the dome
When I start squeezing the chrome at ya' Vs and ya' home
But f*ck it (f*ck it), y'all wanna die right now (now)
Hit across the face with the nine like 'blaow'
License to kill, fall back Vicodin pills
Get clapped, come back like Christ in the field
Got one foot up in some Timbs, got the other foot up in ya' ass (n*gga it's up in ya' ass)
You see I'm tryna get ahead loc, but a n*gga dead broke
Now I'm thinking 'Yo, where the f*ck is the cash?'
Motherf*cker