Mute Rama by Raja Lyrics
All she do is smoke your dope
I see ya ho with a happy face
Ain't no joke, nowadays it ain't no hope
Right people just need to move at they're on pace
Givin up props to the non-black people seems outta place
If my watch sick, then my L ring's throwing up
I'm starvin up, it's time ta, call them up, yup
It's time we start being good mothers from the birth
Do what you do but no duckets will flow
Told you I was livin in hell, this can't be earth
They just don't know, oh, oh, oh, oh
And if you don't know, now you muthafuckas know
Cuz he had this other nymph he was going to hit
Out of town shit, front at this rap shit
While I sort my thoughts with Newport's
Everybody say HERBALZ IN YOUR MOUTH
I got the owner bout to shit his shorts
Mouth mouth mouth, m-mouth, m-mouth..
What you know about the dirty south
To the top, I never stop
We boogie to the DJ's non-stop
So you know things'll still get pretty ugly
I want that feel good vibe
In the cold of the motherfuckin' Triple Six sitcom, ugh
I'm feelin' the tribe
That's the L.A. vibe............
A one two, a one two
Look what they do, this what we do
But I know what's going on a sucka straight snitchin
No need to hurry, walk by me again
So next time you shotgun, and that hoe bitchin'
They recite my verses word for word, holding they brain
Old rivalries is throwing up their sets again
Clever in my ways, I amaze audiences from the stage
Talking bout me, get you buried by a gauge
I see ya ho with a happy face
Ain't no joke, nowadays it ain't no hope
Right people just need to move at they're on pace
Givin up props to the non-black people seems outta place
If my watch sick, then my L ring's throwing up
I'm starvin up, it's time ta, call them up, yup
It's time we start being good mothers from the birth
Do what you do but no duckets will flow
Told you I was livin in hell, this can't be earth
They just don't know, oh, oh, oh, oh
And if you don't know, now you muthafuckas know
Cuz he had this other nymph he was going to hit
Out of town shit, front at this rap shit
While I sort my thoughts with Newport's
Everybody say HERBALZ IN YOUR MOUTH
I got the owner bout to shit his shorts
Mouth mouth mouth, m-mouth, m-mouth..
What you know about the dirty south
To the top, I never stop
We boogie to the DJ's non-stop
So you know things'll still get pretty ugly
I want that feel good vibe
In the cold of the motherfuckin' Triple Six sitcom, ugh
I'm feelin' the tribe
That's the L.A. vibe............
A one two, a one two
Look what they do, this what we do
But I know what's going on a sucka straight snitchin
No need to hurry, walk by me again
So next time you shotgun, and that hoe bitchin'
They recite my verses word for word, holding they brain
Old rivalries is throwing up their sets again
Clever in my ways, I amaze audiences from the stage
Talking bout me, get you buried by a gauge