K-Rino - Talkin' Loud Lyrics

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Album: Track 5 on Time Traveler
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(feat. Z-Ro) [K-Rino:] I ain't no gangsta, but on the mic I make boys bail They run up in my set tripping, I check 'em like voicemail Records dropping no promotion, but they manage to sell My folks want 'em worse, than boys want naked pictures in jail I leave you swoll up in a corner, with a ice bag on ya You so brand new, you still got the price tag on ya You wanna be me, the flow murdering three deep sprayer It'll never work, like putting a 8 track in a c.d. player I don't bar these Hollywood cats, it's all about me You can't see me, like a blocked number on a caller I.D. You got a entourage, trust me you could still get smacked On songs bragging bout pistols, that your homeboys pack I'm frustrated and I'm broke, but I'm keeping the faith I wrote my own name on a list, of the people I hate And I don't rehabilitate devils, I kill 'em escape I ain't gon waste my time, trying to make a snake fall straight [Hook:] You must not know, who I am mayn (I can see it, when I look in your eyes) Talking loud, but you
ain't saying a damn thang (up in the neighborhood, telling them lies) When I'm through, you gon remember my damn name (when I heard the shit, I wasn't surprised) In my hood, we get it popping like champagne (You fools, bout to make my temperature rise yeah) [Z-Ro:] So many niggaz wolf about they boxing game, but then get knocked out And be the first one back to the car, before the gunman could squeeze some shots out Why they always mean mugging, looking like they gon bring some drama Hoping the shit hit the fan they run to mama, and the tears smear they eye liner With they cute ass, but not me I'm quick to knock niggaz out and shoot fast Garunteed to knock out socks when I handle the rock, and give a nigga hoop flash And if you ain't one deep, fuck around and put hands on your whole group ass Then see how many weak rhymes, your ass can get bruised up and toothless I'll do this to a nigga, I'll do this to a bitch Long as it's done on pen and paper, to help the person that's saying he get rich But in real li
fe I caught cases, for stitching boys faces up real right And I never earned a dollar for it, but they locked Z-Ro up real tight I don't pull my pistol out, unless I'ma empty that bitch If you don't wanna get hate sent back to ya, nigga don't send me that shit And if I say I'm coming to get ya, you might as well go on and pack up This is permanent punishment, everytime they act up [Hook] [K-Rino:] Rolling through the hood, with my young homie Z-Ro The K-I-N-G, of the G-H-E double T-O Showing animosity, at every faker we know Boys who run they suckers, get shot like a free throw [Z-Ro:] South Park Coalition, and the Screwed Up Click Serving bar is like the law, so lace your shoes up bitch But won't be no evading arrest, this arrest is for the cardiac Nigga these grown man guns by X-Box, y'all still fucking with Atari gats [K-Rino:] They steady popping in, like prostitute panties you drop again I know lot's of men gossiping, so much they need oxygen What we do to cappers man, the laws can't even equal We'l
l be on your ass, harder than the child support people [Z-Ro:] And in case you fellas forgot, it's H-Town for life Taking over the rap game, disrespect us we'll lay down your line Depending on where you is on the hit list, you can lay down tonight So make arrangements for this vacation, and enjoy the flight [Hook x2]


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