Gonant Garden

Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens (Motown) We getting shit started If you ever hear us say McNic, Nic It's going down like that range Rover When ladies see you they get the love hang over Day or a night if you wanna stay over You better have the will to bend over and take off your clothes in time Conqueror, come back to give some of that old Pictual, actual, factual let Mac'll bring you the raw With gigantic loads that my people come to love Azurite, get down with it Can't fathom these brothers fantastic Uh, I heard you cry when I dipped that ass in some plastic How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards Because you asked us if we could bring you fashions Fascists, because we turn this rap shit into something tragic I didn't wanna have to put you in some action Uh, I know you asked but did you really wanna have it? See, I 'cause havoc like a loaded automatic How do you like me now nigga, you know my style say word I'm from the city where we're known for slangin' pounds of herb Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making it's yo The never faking it's creating shit that's taking your ho After the show you know I step up in the place Mind is not strong enough, to hold me back The tools you lack, the skills you deal Lyrics to kill, cars to deal Cops to peel, image too real! Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it (come on come on come on) Come on come on do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it Come on, do it Back again from the bank baby, counting my change Chains for most of these cats probably cop my rings Quick, fast, and always got a way to get cash Whiplash is what you get when you mashing the gas if you ask You might catch me in my rental Won't catch me in tinted windows, might catch me on residential Or various instrumentals and yo Got a whole crew and my crew is monumental and yo You need to low and behold these innuendos Yo, it's just the fine talk Mac'll come with tracks, you relaxed-to My rhyme is universal like a elastic-uh I hope you feel me like you feel your past-or What did you practice you so used to babbling See it don't matter 'cause we mastered this rap shit Pockets get badder 'cause it's hitting so immaculate You like the way it goes down when S attacks-it It will get tragic when the S is on the mission So listen, relax take a seat in the place it's living living up to expectations and still, ripping With rhymes and filling the chrome, dipping Cruising the neighborhood is just local pimping For my memory, we were meant to be I am the soul Melchizedek, from the D Role with the world, ever see, who got the Key It's gonna take a master, yo, yo, the S, S Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens Motown, we getting shit started We don't stop, no we don't quit We just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it do it Come on, (tell them) come on Come on

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