Everywhere Nowhere FLA by ROB REGIS Lyrics
Creepin' through south, creepin', creep...
Creepin' through south F-L-A
Like you gon' know my name
Don't know the day, or the place
But you gon' get this game
Riding 'round, riding 'round F-L-A
Doing what I say so, for the peso
Riding 'round, riding 'round F-L-A
Doing what I say so, for the peso
For the peso, for the peso
See, The whip is, sitting on dishes, clean
I'ma cop another set once I flip this 16
Word is he comin' through, put your cups up
Double R in the building, what's up?
Back from the dead, like he Nosferatu
It's unexplainable...but, I got you
Head to toe in black, guess he Palm Beach fresh
And it's still fuck the pigs who keep the concrete red
Now his third eye, watching you, watching me
Man his shades hide his methods as he clocks the scene
Hailing from the darkside
Lyrical apartheid
Ever since his heart died
He's fiending to spark rhymes
Master P lines- there's no limit when he's on ya
Kid was named Beast, ain't you get it? He's a monster
You must be one of those, collapsible cats
Who gets your clavicle cracked, with a detachable back
Since I'm shaking my head, dead, you're a laughable fact
You rhyme now, this time out, so just behave
Show us these gats, that you will not spray
You came to clap 'cause you wait for the wave
And he came to rap, 'cause he can't be slain
Creepin' through south F-L-A
Like you gon' know my name
Don't know the day, or the place
But you gon' get this game
Creepin' through south F-L-A
Like you gon' know my name
Don't know the day, or the place
But you gon' get this game
Riding 'round, riding 'round F-L-A
Doing what I say so, for the peso
Riding 'round, riding 'round F-L-A
Doing what I say so, for the peso
For the peso, for the peso
See, The whip is, sitting on dishes, clean
I'ma cop another set once I flip this 16
Word is he comin' through, put your cups up
Double R in the building, what's up?
Back from the dead, like he Nosferatu
It's unexplainable...but, I got you
Head to toe in black, guess he Palm Beach fresh
And it's still fuck the pigs who keep the concrete red
Now his third eye, watching you, watching me
Man his shades hide his methods as he clocks the scene
Hailing from the darkside
Lyrical apartheid
Ever since his heart died
He's fiending to spark rhymes
Master P lines- there's no limit when he's on ya
Kid was named Beast, ain't you get it? He's a monster
You must be one of those, collapsible cats
Who gets your clavicle cracked, with a detachable back
Since I'm shaking my head, dead, you're a laughable fact
You rhyme now, this time out, so just behave
Show us these gats, that you will not spray
You came to clap 'cause you wait for the wave
And he came to rap, 'cause he can't be slain
Creepin' through south F-L-A
Like you gon' know my name
Don't know the day, or the place
But you gon' get this game