Asante Farid - Dapper Dan Lyrics

And it just dawned on me. Corleone flow
Put the cash in the envelope
All my brothers getting locked down
So my niggas finna' lock and load
Double barrel to ya nostrils. Aight
This year I kill 'em all. Do not get involved. This is not your sport
I won't crack. My uncle relapsed, and he stole grandmama Honda Accord
What's that? We got pressure. 40 years up in the desert
I been talkin' to my constellations having conversations with the dead ones
Was contemplating how to bless ya
Bruh you know you ain't the best one
Could make your whole shit in six days... On the 7th I'll rest up
God why they tryna bring the devil outta me?
Big mouths like hippopotamus. My hypothesis
Your hypocrisy. My prerogative. Dope as Bobby B
Slow down. Bobby V
Keep it candid. Jon Cee photography
Smiling. You never got to me

Style like I'm Dapper Dan
Watch 'em' steal the funk
You know niggas really wylin' when Safaree getting jumped
I do not, give a damn, word to Kenny fu Kung
If somebody touch my baby then a body's getting dumped

Look at the crown on me
Look at the smile on me
Look at the scowl on them
Cause I'm finna wild on 'em

And I spent my last on me

And if I ever go broke again
I'm gone hit that trap house
Get the work from my Uncle Censored
Hol' that!
And If I ever go broke again
I'm gone hit that bank teller. Tell that bitch don't move again
Hol' that!

Mobbin' with the Robin hood shit
They been robbed the whole hood blind. So, I'm a need the whole hood rich

Hood rich, hood rich
Yeah
Mobbin' with the Robin hood shit
They been robbed the whole hood blind. So, I'm a need the whole hood rich
Hood rich, hood rich

Dapper, Dapper Dan
Been robbed the whole hood blind. So, I'm a need the whole hood rich. Nigga

80s with the hustle
Jay Z with the Damon
Rev with the Russell
Me with the Eso
Eso. Eso. Eso. Very extra special
(This what hungry sound like)
Ready for a hundred round fight. Mother f*ck ya advice
I remember that year cuz' robbed the cashier just so he could hear what money sound like
So it's free Jemoke
Free smoke? Nigga hell no. I got five on it if you my opponent homicide on it
Kill the beat. Then I vibe on it
Ay ay ay ay
Every word heavyweight
Whack rappers get a beat, and they hide behind 808s
Ay ay ay ay
Ain't gotta know what you paid for it
You owe ya beatmaker way more
Take the acapella out of any record and
I ain't gotta say more
More power to ya fam
Got a God flow with my eyes close like Hallelujah
Damn
Come on

Style like I'm Dapper Dan
Watch 'em' steal the funk
You know niggas really wylin' when Safaree getting jumped
I do not, give a damn, word to Kenny fu Kung
If somebody touch my baby then a body's getting dumped

Look at the crown on me
Look at the smile on me
Look at the scowl on them
Cause I'm finna wild on 'em

And I spent my last on me

And if I ever go broke again
I'm gone hit that trap house
Get the work from my Uncle Censored
Hol' that!
And If I ever go broke again
I'm gone hit that bank teller. Tell that bitch don't
Hol'' that!

Mobbin' with the Robin hood shit
They been robbed the whole hood blind
So, I'm a need the whole hood rich

What if all the rappers owned all the rap labels?
And all the athletes owned the teams they used to play for?
What if the OG's owned the blocks they used to rock?
And Big Meech had became chief of the cops
I bet we'd feel a lot safer in our neighborhood
Would you be down for it if I showed a way we could?
I bet we could get it all figured out
Our parents built the foundation now we build the house
Is you in or out?

Is you in or out?