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Doolally Feat. Foreign Beggars[Ocean Wisdom:]Doolally, you be acting doolally Too pally pally with them loose scabbies Newsflash, you man are too flashy Who's dat? It's your new daddy Oh my lordy, brudda's tryna stick me for my paper and my glory But no, no, they roar me and applaud me Certain man try stop me cause me flop inside the Yo, lyric a day Wizzy be writing a lyric a day Some of my breddas on minimum wage Some of their breddas are sniffing the K People around me are fondling keys People around me are telling me straight If I was you and I had all the steeze I wouldn't stop 'til I had all the cake Cake, lyric a day Wizzy be writing a lyric a day If a ting want to see Widdy and Flame They'll be sticking it in and she limping away 'Cause she give a brilliant brain 'Cause she know that her mans got a brilliant brain And she loves when I spit at a ridiculous pace On a stage and her clit and her tits and her face (Jokes doe) Lyric a day Wizzy be writing a lyric a day All of my mandem are bringing the heat All of your mandem are in a brigade Wettest, sloppiest, bars that I've ever seen When you spitting you dousing the flames That's how my mandem are roaming the street Never missing a beat like we in a parade What's the meaning of life? Mans pondering on the meaning of life Man wanna tell me 'bout premium price when he's selling me something that's not even nice That's what we need to survive 'cause the selfish intention will lead you to thrive That's what you need to survive with chicken and rice and peas every night, fam eat like Lyric a day Wizzy be writing a lyric a day Mandem are shook with the hebegebies What you gon' do when I spit in your face Oh, you've got a zed of the grade Usually moving 11 a day New management and he turns it into something If you send a complaint I'll be telling him straight Doolally, you be acting doolally Too pally pally with them loose scabbies Newsflash, you man are too flashy Who's dat? It's your new daddy Oh my lordy, brudda's tryna stick me for my paper and my glory But no, no, they roar me and applaud me Certain man try stop me cause me flop inside the [Orifice Vulgatron:] A lot of rappers gassing like they got them lyrics coming I hear their talking and talking but they ain't saying nothing Flexing like they're heavy but really they ten a penny My senate is extra messy so allow the unnecessary fraff It's O Wizzy, Foreign Beggars let's give 'em a mixture Fellas they getting twisted, we chilling but still get the pick of the litter I'm living it up, feeling the love, these rappers is missing the picture I sip at more than my fill, my bredrins still be swilling the mixer Haha, I deliver like none other I dumbfound these founded clowns with no cover I'm so Satwa, sharmut, fuck your fatwā You might as well assume the position and move it backwards Let me work this ting, wheel up yeah that's a certain ting Beggars in the mix, bigger than a mil, still on the mish, tryna hurt this ting Manna merk this ting, certain man act like them in this ting But I weren't listening, not interesting Tryna work this, merk this CD, I'm still learning king [Ocean Wisdom:] Doolally, you be acting doolally Too pally pally with them loose scabbies Newsflash, you man are too flashy Who's dat? It's your new daddy Oh my lordy, brudda's tryna stick me for my paper and my glory But no, no, they roar me and applaud me Certain man try stop me cause me flop inside the [Metropolis:] Lyric a day 'Trop'll be dropping a lyric a day Them man ain't got nothing but gimmicks, going on with their mimicking ways See most of them live for the fame, I live on a different plain I'll all about pushing the boundaries, while you stick to the same as if you were sick in the brain Brain, sick of the same, sick of the talk of the game Sick of the picture they paint, they're sniffing the 'caine They're flipping a brick and a chain, the triggers like click, click bang And the innocent kids that they claim, the ignorant chick in the Range If she wasn't stripping, the image of women can change In the eyes of the kids that we raise, raise In the hope that they live out their days Trying to cope at a difficult age where even the youngers are swinging the blade, blade That's another they stick in a cage, that's a mother that struggles in vein A father or brother that's stricken with rage It's a cycle that never gone break, 'til you're left in a medical state I ain't pushing this spread and the hate cause that suffocate the breathe that we take And I know that I'm meant to be great, my heads in the place Seeking the juice that these breddas can't fake Beggars and Ocean, ahead of the pack When you something on a track you can never replace |