Mug Shot by T.O.N.E-z (Rap) Lyrics
[Intro]
Ah hah, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
Rah, Rah
[Verse 1: T.O.N.E-z]
Twist the cap and pour
Guzzle then ask for more
Went and praised the Lord
I toast this glass to y'all
Rench or nah, cooking up feasts to feed the universe
H2O flow I'm soaked but never lose my thirst
Nothing but knock out blows its like it octagon
Come true, me blam you down right just like a Rasta mon
The bars, the fiddles, the scratches in the middle
Hip Hop with that twang to it
Only T.O.N.E-z and Rench can do it
Every-time that we step in the zone
And we 'tract the others
We try to out do what we do
Just bang out the realest and make 'em regret that ever doubted it
Provin' it time and again I can never be beat, I'm so good at my craft
And anyone tries I look at their eyes and laugh (Hahaha)
You want that heat you ask for T.O.N.E-z
You want that smoke you ask for Colt
You want that chalk around your career son you ask for both
Lyrical outlaws, young guns with word play
Every corner and club spot you see more shots
[Chorus: Rizzi Myers]
Baby what you want cause you know its sweeter
Cooking all these hits and you know you want some
Better check the fact sheet, a mug shot picture
Serving up bacon and we only getting richer
[Verse 2: Colt Ford]
I got the call from T.O.N.E
He said "yo Colt it's on"
I said I'm hoppin' on a flight and I'll be there tonight
It's time to regulate and penetrate the cerebellum
Two EmCees like these who's gonna tell 'em
We diggin' the grave nobody can save this rap
So me and T.O.N.E I'm loadin' a clip of lyrical shit
Woo I'm in the zone
You better be runnin' and duckin' and dodgin'
Don't let the skin fool you
If you ain't spittin' 'em out for shit we bout to run through you
You want the smoke you ask for Colt
You want the heat you ask for T.O.N.E-z
I'm Randy Travis all you EmCees finna be diggin' up bones
'Cause Hip Hop won't stop and neither will we
You better check the mug shot and tell me can you feel me
[Chorus: Rizzi Myers]
Baby what you want cause you know its sweeter
Cooking all these hits and you know you want some
Better check the fact sheet, a mug shot picture
Serving up bacon and we only getting richer
[Outro: T.O.N.E-z]
Yeah its your boy T.O.N.E-z baby
My brother Rench on the track
Colt Ford haha
Yeah
Still walking down on this lonely road
Outlaws on the run and its talkin' its toll
Yeah, oh it's takin' its toll (Ow)
Still walking down on this lonely road
Outlaws on the run and its talkin' its toll
Yeah, oh it's takin' its toll (Ow)
Rizzi
[Chorus: Rizzi Myers]
Baby what you want cause you know I'm sweeter
Cooking all these hits and you know you want some
Better check the fact sheet, a mug shot picture
Serving up bacon and we only getting richer
Ah hah, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah, ah hah
Rah, Rah
[Verse 1: T.O.N.E-z]
Twist the cap and pour
Guzzle then ask for more
Went and praised the Lord
I toast this glass to y'all
Rench or nah, cooking up feasts to feed the universe
H2O flow I'm soaked but never lose my thirst
Nothing but knock out blows its like it octagon
Come true, me blam you down right just like a Rasta mon
The bars, the fiddles, the scratches in the middle
Hip Hop with that twang to it
Only T.O.N.E-z and Rench can do it
Every-time that we step in the zone
And we 'tract the others
We try to out do what we do
Just bang out the realest and make 'em regret that ever doubted it
Provin' it time and again I can never be beat, I'm so good at my craft
And anyone tries I look at their eyes and laugh (Hahaha)
You want that heat you ask for T.O.N.E-z
You want that smoke you ask for Colt
You want that chalk around your career son you ask for both
Lyrical outlaws, young guns with word play
Every corner and club spot you see more shots
[Chorus: Rizzi Myers]
Baby what you want cause you know its sweeter
Cooking all these hits and you know you want some
Better check the fact sheet, a mug shot picture
Serving up bacon and we only getting richer
[Verse 2: Colt Ford]
I got the call from T.O.N.E
He said "yo Colt it's on"
I said I'm hoppin' on a flight and I'll be there tonight
It's time to regulate and penetrate the cerebellum
Two EmCees like these who's gonna tell 'em
We diggin' the grave nobody can save this rap
So me and T.O.N.E I'm loadin' a clip of lyrical shit
Woo I'm in the zone
You better be runnin' and duckin' and dodgin'
Don't let the skin fool you
If you ain't spittin' 'em out for shit we bout to run through you
You want the smoke you ask for Colt
You want the heat you ask for T.O.N.E-z
I'm Randy Travis all you EmCees finna be diggin' up bones
'Cause Hip Hop won't stop and neither will we
You better check the mug shot and tell me can you feel me
[Chorus: Rizzi Myers]
Baby what you want cause you know its sweeter
Cooking all these hits and you know you want some
Better check the fact sheet, a mug shot picture
Serving up bacon and we only getting richer
[Outro: T.O.N.E-z]
Yeah its your boy T.O.N.E-z baby
My brother Rench on the track
Colt Ford haha
Yeah
Still walking down on this lonely road
Outlaws on the run and its talkin' its toll
Yeah, oh it's takin' its toll (Ow)
Still walking down on this lonely road
Outlaws on the run and its talkin' its toll
Yeah, oh it's takin' its toll (Ow)
Rizzi
[Chorus: Rizzi Myers]
Baby what you want cause you know I'm sweeter
Cooking all these hits and you know you want some
Better check the fact sheet, a mug shot picture
Serving up bacon and we only getting richer