Kendall Drive 2.0 feat. B-Dope Garcia by Shottie (Rapper) Lyrics
[Verse 1: B-Dope]
First of all hold up, we live where you vacation
Rest in peace to Roll Up, he had that flavor station
Back when DJ Classic was Chris, Super Wheels was hot
On any given night, could be a battle so whether or not
You was ready on the spot, now they say on sight
Some people they couldn't take at this, turn the shit into a fight
(damn... can't have no fucking fun no more. Somebody always gotta ruin shit.)
[Verse 2: Shottie]
When Darnella was doing the Hip Hop Shop
I'm posted up at the Quickie
You could smell that cripy when that Ziploc popped
I was supposed to be there when Genе's whip got shot
Instead I was at the Hot Wheels watching some gits pop lock
On my block, you got a doctor living nеxt to a killer
And if you met 'em both, I bet you couldn't tell who the villain
For real...
(bro, Kendall's crazy like that. It's like, it always be the one's you don't except. you know?)
[Verse 3: Garcia]
I grabbed the mic at Mega Maze once, picture that
Faking back, battled Mic Rip and almost quit rap
Before E had the Pathfinder and the street team
I was on the benches in Braddock, spittin' like a fiend
When Craze perfected his routine out in Royal Green
And B-Dope and Q45 taught me the scene
(I was just 14 what a dream, man.)
[Verse 4: B-Dope]
Make no mistake, I been putting it down in '88
Pushing a '76 Nova, Devonaire had a hidden lake
Smoking on a green box, shoot-outs at the Circle K
Cook-outs at MacArthur Park, recording sessions after dark
[?] the Marley's, then it was Dade in the day
Trying to keep the past alive, cause memories they fade away
(gotcha thinking late at night, like: "What the hell happened? Where'd it all go?)
[Verse 5: Shottie]
While you was up in Flipper's, we were busy getting coin
I'm just playing, NBA Jam all of you get destroyed
Tagging walls even the my shit is toy
Had to hop a fence my chubby homie got pinched, I blame the Chips Ahoy
Street ball often, putting legends in a coffin
If you came across him, you could bet I crossed 'em at The Crossings homie
(Basketball, man. They retired my fucking jersey out there.)
[Verse 6: Garcia]
Watching MTV Raps, trying to learn the biz
Now MTV saying my name after "the winner is"
152 stealing brews down at the Quik Stop
Watching Troll pop lock to the Saturday night funk box
I'm reminiscing, Crazy Hood we made a killing
[?] would tell you if he wasn't in his feelings
(now that's Kendall-ly as fuck!)
First of all hold up, we live where you vacation
Rest in peace to Roll Up, he had that flavor station
Back when DJ Classic was Chris, Super Wheels was hot
On any given night, could be a battle so whether or not
You was ready on the spot, now they say on sight
Some people they couldn't take at this, turn the shit into a fight
(damn... can't have no fucking fun no more. Somebody always gotta ruin shit.)
[Verse 2: Shottie]
When Darnella was doing the Hip Hop Shop
I'm posted up at the Quickie
You could smell that cripy when that Ziploc popped
I was supposed to be there when Genе's whip got shot
Instead I was at the Hot Wheels watching some gits pop lock
On my block, you got a doctor living nеxt to a killer
And if you met 'em both, I bet you couldn't tell who the villain
For real...
(bro, Kendall's crazy like that. It's like, it always be the one's you don't except. you know?)
[Verse 3: Garcia]
I grabbed the mic at Mega Maze once, picture that
Faking back, battled Mic Rip and almost quit rap
Before E had the Pathfinder and the street team
I was on the benches in Braddock, spittin' like a fiend
When Craze perfected his routine out in Royal Green
And B-Dope and Q45 taught me the scene
(I was just 14 what a dream, man.)
[Verse 4: B-Dope]
Make no mistake, I been putting it down in '88
Pushing a '76 Nova, Devonaire had a hidden lake
Smoking on a green box, shoot-outs at the Circle K
Cook-outs at MacArthur Park, recording sessions after dark
[?] the Marley's, then it was Dade in the day
Trying to keep the past alive, cause memories they fade away
(gotcha thinking late at night, like: "What the hell happened? Where'd it all go?)
[Verse 5: Shottie]
While you was up in Flipper's, we were busy getting coin
I'm just playing, NBA Jam all of you get destroyed
Tagging walls even the my shit is toy
Had to hop a fence my chubby homie got pinched, I blame the Chips Ahoy
Street ball often, putting legends in a coffin
If you came across him, you could bet I crossed 'em at The Crossings homie
(Basketball, man. They retired my fucking jersey out there.)
[Verse 6: Garcia]
Watching MTV Raps, trying to learn the biz
Now MTV saying my name after "the winner is"
152 stealing brews down at the Quik Stop
Watching Troll pop lock to the Saturday night funk box
I'm reminiscing, Crazy Hood we made a killing
[?] would tell you if he wasn't in his feelings
(now that's Kendall-ly as fuck!)