|
|
|||||||
| View Poll Results: Rate Dollaz & Sense | |||
| 5 Star Classic |
|
0 | 0% |
| 4 Star Banger |
|
5 | 100.00% |
| 3 Star Decent |
|
0 | 0% |
| 2 Star Boring |
|
0 | 0% |
| 1 Star Wack |
|
0 | 0% |
| Voters: 5. You may not vote on this poll | |||
![]() |
|
|
Thread Tools | Display Modes |
|
|
#1 |
|
H.R. Puffinstuff
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: On the internet
Posts: 15,067
Rep Power: 60 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Dollaz & Sense
Blakroc 2009 RZA Pharoahe Monch The Black Keys The Black Keys [Intro] (RZA) Yeah, yo, Zig-Zag-Zig, Zig, uh Zig-Zag-Zig, check, uh Aw man, this is very scary Bza-bza-bza-Bobby, not the ordinary Hehehehe, you won't hear that bullshit, yeah Ayo, just turn the beat up a little bit I'ma tell 'em what I was tryna tell 'em You got me? Oh, man, Joe (RZA) Like Tony Starks, make me throw your ass in the Cobra Clutch Your man watch as your whole head opens up Sober up, baby, it's the Bob Digi You throw darts in the air that flow like a Frisbee While niggas frost bitten, glass full of Kristy Love my wiz, but y'all dust niggas miss me I'm bionic, my chronic drowned in Digi juice My fist smashed since Bruce, you better flow the truce No excuse, the black man must stand up Time to make the Wu sign, throw both of your hands up You see me in a Maserati Gran Turismo Up in the club, my beat got more sub than Quizno Mama, that's the business, I'ma give this Creep the 10 digits, fuck that, before I witness Walk in the prints of a Prince If it don't make dollar, nigga, then it don't make sense [Chorus] (The Black Keys) If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense If it don't make dollar, then it don't make sense No, no, yeah it don't make sense (Pharoahe Monch) Check it out, when I rhyme, we can bounce Pharoahe Monch in your area I see dead people when I spit with my sixth sense My sixteen with six sentences that make sense Which means, that inflict pain that's intense I got brains backstage, I've been rhyming since Sing a song of six pence, pocket full of ride New roads, found your road 'til I die Toss bricks French, Dutch marks in the sky My shades is black, my boots is fly Rock and roll, I loose control Fuck the white ones, The Black Keys got so much soul While you come off of the bunch If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense Don't make dollars, then it don't make sense, yo The mean to make sense If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense [Chorus] |
|
|
|
![]() |
| Thread Tools | |
| Display Modes | |
|
|