Words & Verbs lyrics

by

David Banner


[Verse 1 — Maseo]
I was born
Son of Vincent, brother of Anne
Dodged my mama, De La's the camp
Been doin' it for years, approval is stamped
When they come to makin' hits, I got this sh*t on clamp
n*ggas talking dog sh*t and they need the lamp
They be smokin' so much wet that their style is damp
Man, I blow mad speakers and amps
Run through n*gga's camps with my own stash of plants
Singin' my own chants (hey ya, hey ya)
Reppin' my own camp (De La, De La)
I suggest you don't talk no sh*t, hock my sh*t
Come around me, slippin' perc in my sh*t
Poppin' corks and sh*t? Yeah, it's all legit
But the (?) ain't frontin' like I'll ever be rich
Ain't p*ssin' the b*tch, I just keep on, keep on
Cuz in the next milli I'mma rip on, rip on
Don't sleep on, sleep on
I'mma creep on, creep on
sh*t is my style some of y'all eatin' on
sh*t, a n*gga ain't (?) is better
Throw a curve, touch a nerve when I put it together
Any type of weather, hot or cold
What's the name of the crew, now? De La Soul
And I am the band on the mountain, countin' hits
While they keep doubtin'

[Hook]
Words and verbs
Rolled like a dutch
Tight, the very right for y'all
Eatin' on the sh*t
Yo, y'all need to quit

[Verse 2 — Maseo]
Comin' from a side so far, bizarre
Long pop in, studdin', microphone grabbin'
Whack mu'f*ckas no longer am I havin'
From the nine-nine to the milli-milli
Things gonna get kinda silly, illy
Me and my crew, we flip the scrilly, really
Not trying' to play the willy, get woozy
Off them c*cktails and the floozies
M-A-S-E, had to add the O
Cuz my F-L-O is doubly correct
And when I come on your set, double the effect
So n*ggas talkin' sex, showin' no respect
Talkin' like they got the credit and they ass in debt
Gettin' me upset? Naw, naw, not yet
Just a few that I got to check and out of balance
Some comin' out when they don't really got talent

[Verse 3 — Kovas]
It's like, it's like, it's like
Twice the trouble, we smash crews to rubble, uh
RIght off the muscle, we hustle in the struggle, um
Double the efforts to make money like Russell
Un-touchable, twistin' the trees, now blaze the hate, OK
It's K-O-V-A to the S
Takin' you back, yes some feaky-feaky-fresh
Drop some over-drum, native with the tongue
The one whose son steady, ready, with (?)
Revolutions is heard at thirty-three and a third
Tighter than a dutch when I drop words and verbs
Representin' Belize and all my family overseas
Double-barrel hittin' your chest, your contest weed
Rollin' in a stolen Dutch holdin' the hookers open
Ready for the strokin' off with the words the n*gga spoken
I'm hopin' she be deep-throatin', she must be thinkin' I'm jokin'
She took a sip of the potion (?)
We out

[Hook]

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