Brooks Buford

Brooks: Yo, we recording?
Dude: Yeah
Brooks: Ok. Hold on a minute. Lemme stretch out.
B to the r to the o to the o to the k to the s to the
B to the u to the f to the o to the r to the d
Yeah, God straight fucked up when he made me
Yeah go head buck up grab that mic
Dont give a fuck if you scream all night
You aint no rapper, quit that shit
Stick to surfboards, suck my dick
I came to clean house, punch and roundhouse
Rhyme and run mouth, straight from down south
Thats why all of yall punks got dropped
Ill be the first to say, "Fuck rap-rock!"
Im pumpin OutKast and Goodie Mobb
What U know about La-Di-Da
Boogie Down and the history
How yall came up a mystery
Ive lived this hip-hop shit my whole life
And it almost took my life
I die for this, bleed for this
You want this, I need this
Let the world go to hell, Ill still fill notebooks
And I know just how that coke cook
Couldnt come thru the front so I came thru the back
With a band and a bottle of Jack
Dog, I aint stupid, go ahead lets freestyle
Ill be havin you lookin like a shit pile
The ATL version of 8 Mile
With a jumpsuit dipped in argyle
Bangin four or five hos in the back of a Rodeo
Driving down Rodeo
With a shot gun in my mind
MD 20/20 one more time
One more flow, one more show
One million hundred ninety-nine to go
Keep it real. Naw, fuck that, make money
And try to buy up the whole country
Aint afraid to die so punch me
Even rhyme with my head cut off like a chicken, stickin to my dreams
Everything aint what it seems
Come on dummy, run that game
Southern boy with a brain
You all slept didnt you
Whole bunch for me, none for you
I really hate to rub it in
But I got all my publishing, thats right
But anyway bustin on this mic
Better than smokin on that pipe
Some they hate, some they like
Some they talk, some they bite
Monday morn to Sunday night
Lets get this party started right?
Wrong!
Break that bong, sing along
Do a line til the break o dawn, til the money gone
Back up that buck, its mine again
Hijacked a truck of Heineken
Looks like its time for a line again
And how bout five Kolonapin
And I start to grin and I start to dance
I?m speakin? in tongues, takin off my pants
Im blowin my whole goddamn advance
And we aint gonna stop til the ambulance
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