The Bottom Line by Bleu Collar Lyrics
[Intro: Basik MC]
Yes sir, yes sir
Bleu Collar, here to change the city (change the city)
Talk the talk, walk the walk (better do it)
Get down with your folks
Your man
Watch this
Basik
[Verse 1: Basik MC]
We, put it down like obedient children
Trying to breath timeless classics like
Ralph Lauren clothing and Shaday's beauty, truly
We the booty, I mention, champs soon as the bell sounds
The opposition mentions cramps, in their throat, lip and mouth
Now I gotta assasinate 'em in a JFK fashion
Back and to the left, I say back and to the left
Now your thoughts is gushing out the starburst side of your melon
And your woman is cupping them bitches in her palm and lap
I take calming naps
Understanding that you're only capable of spitting calming raps
We bomb they clap, now what's wrong with that
Nothing, shiiit
I drop jewels to the point where African miners collect beneath my lips
These young gentlemen and scholars will always keep it cracking
Like your grandma's hips
You better [?] your troops, or pronounce a truce
Cuz me and my boy [?] when stoned of goose and juice
[Sample]
Yo, last time I'mma tell these niggas, man
Niggas can't fuck around
[Verse 2: Reese One]
Instant classics
This thing of ours is Jurassic
You want to see gratification, rip open the plastic
Rip open this package, put it in your car
Get a few bars of the games new stars
This shit is nuclear, eew we hard
Got critics looking at this thing with a new regard
West coast renaissance, new niggas, new style
Beat it and get lost, resistance is futile
Bleu Collar is well trained this ain't no lug shit
We like the Don's only sons, we not to be fucked with
Bring the heat like Nolan Ryan till I'm old and dying
You can't copy the formula you just be old and trying
That's why we go a lot of junk these days man
Because a lot of half-assed rappers just should of stayed there
Should of stayed in the stands
Should of stayed to the plan
Now you, playing you're plain and you bland cuz your sound don't stand
Now you begging me, Maurice, to remix your new release
Cuz you couldn't sell that shit to your niece
But I'm straight
[Sample Scratching]
Yo..Yo last time I'mma te...tell...tell these niggas, man
Niggas can't fuck..fuck..fu..fu..fuck around
Well that's boo...boo...boo...bottom line
[Verse 3: Basik MC]
Man we finna start treating these rappers like little kids when they sneeze
Boy, cover your goddamn mouth
And silence yourself before you forfeit your health
Don't make us take it to the bridge like James Brown band or KRS-One
Either way you're hanging off the side of that bitch, in a pair of concrete Nike's
Now you're most likely, to clear out your office
Or go scat out some coffins
It really don't matter still get dipped in the batter
I peek through auto chatter
The Mayor, a straight spitter, creates winners
And devastate your whole damn litter
Now take a ten paces choose your weapons turn around
And now you're in the future
Where our collars come pre-popped
Soon as the beat drop, Cat Daddy's falling out a tree top
And it brings forth the demand of the feminine species
I tell them it's like I'm thieving my own watch collection
Girl, I'm taking my time
Cuz cats that done it all they turn to fag shit
And cat's that ain't got shit at all turn to mags and put it the bag shit
I'm neither, we just avoid calls from slime balls
That tell us we can ? a million
When their standard was a billion
[Scratching]
Well that's the bottom line
Yes sir, yes sir
Bleu Collar, here to change the city (change the city)
Talk the talk, walk the walk (better do it)
Get down with your folks
Your man
Watch this
Basik
[Verse 1: Basik MC]
We, put it down like obedient children
Trying to breath timeless classics like
Ralph Lauren clothing and Shaday's beauty, truly
We the booty, I mention, champs soon as the bell sounds
The opposition mentions cramps, in their throat, lip and mouth
Now I gotta assasinate 'em in a JFK fashion
Back and to the left, I say back and to the left
Now your thoughts is gushing out the starburst side of your melon
And your woman is cupping them bitches in her palm and lap
I take calming naps
Understanding that you're only capable of spitting calming raps
We bomb they clap, now what's wrong with that
Nothing, shiiit
I drop jewels to the point where African miners collect beneath my lips
These young gentlemen and scholars will always keep it cracking
Like your grandma's hips
You better [?] your troops, or pronounce a truce
Cuz me and my boy [?] when stoned of goose and juice
[Sample]
Yo, last time I'mma tell these niggas, man
Niggas can't fuck around
[Verse 2: Reese One]
Instant classics
This thing of ours is Jurassic
You want to see gratification, rip open the plastic
Rip open this package, put it in your car
Get a few bars of the games new stars
This shit is nuclear, eew we hard
Got critics looking at this thing with a new regard
West coast renaissance, new niggas, new style
Beat it and get lost, resistance is futile
Bleu Collar is well trained this ain't no lug shit
We like the Don's only sons, we not to be fucked with
Bring the heat like Nolan Ryan till I'm old and dying
You can't copy the formula you just be old and trying
That's why we go a lot of junk these days man
Because a lot of half-assed rappers just should of stayed there
Should of stayed in the stands
Should of stayed to the plan
Now you, playing you're plain and you bland cuz your sound don't stand
Now you begging me, Maurice, to remix your new release
Cuz you couldn't sell that shit to your niece
But I'm straight
[Sample Scratching]
Yo..Yo last time I'mma te...tell...tell these niggas, man
Niggas can't fuck..fuck..fu..fu..fuck around
Well that's boo...boo...boo...bottom line
[Verse 3: Basik MC]
Man we finna start treating these rappers like little kids when they sneeze
Boy, cover your goddamn mouth
And silence yourself before you forfeit your health
Don't make us take it to the bridge like James Brown band or KRS-One
Either way you're hanging off the side of that bitch, in a pair of concrete Nike's
Now you're most likely, to clear out your office
Or go scat out some coffins
It really don't matter still get dipped in the batter
I peek through auto chatter
The Mayor, a straight spitter, creates winners
And devastate your whole damn litter
Now take a ten paces choose your weapons turn around
And now you're in the future
Where our collars come pre-popped
Soon as the beat drop, Cat Daddy's falling out a tree top
And it brings forth the demand of the feminine species
I tell them it's like I'm thieving my own watch collection
Girl, I'm taking my time
Cuz cats that done it all they turn to fag shit
And cat's that ain't got shit at all turn to mags and put it the bag shit
I'm neither, we just avoid calls from slime balls
That tell us we can ? a million
When their standard was a billion
[Scratching]
Well that's the bottom line