Jean Jacket
NOPE
When Dre dropped 2001, one or two MCs stood out in particular and I thought they would reach mass appeal.
Xxplosive - 2001
Six-Two
Verse 3: Six-Two]
I got these freaky hoes
Clapping they hands, stomping they feet
Every now and then they put they mouth on me
Nowadays a G like me can't even call it
A 23-year-old p*ssy fiend and freakaholic
Pimping bytches on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
Let me drop some shyt about this bytch I used to know
She gave your boy the head and said don't let nobody know
A bonafide pro, I had to grab the ho
She got freaky in your '64, I skeeted in her throat
Been knowing the ho for four days, pimping repays
And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote'
They be beeping me and shyt, but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts
But bytch, I'm out your p*ssy when I nut, fo' real
Another MC that struck me as intelligent and had a special charisma was
Never from Crucial Conflict
Desperado
Never
Gunsmoke from the Chi
Never with a crew
And it's Flict and die
Gotta' put em up
Put yo hands up right now
Clap
I'mma snap
React and serve my pact
Or punch a punk dumb
Here I come with the Flict
Renegade and raw dope'll split
Heads
Come equip or get rip with
Lead
Never dis
Dat strap so what's next
We can get down
Rumble or tuggle around
What you got
You gotta give it your all right now
Pal
Or get piled with pow
You foul
We buckwild
Get on up you got one false move
It's Chi for now
We down to change the rules
Buddy done got his nutty split
Sent off a bit
Now he got some conflict
Got a thousand grams of mac
Wild-stylian with the Henny and the Yak
What else you need to justify trials of the Flict
Cause the Flict'll straight kick it off
Somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a
Poppin'
Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' yo' noggin
Tell me what you got, I'm starvin'
Bring it on nikka
You trigger happy
I'mma desperado
Xxplosive - 2001
Six-Two
Verse 3: Six-Two]
I got these freaky hoes
Clapping they hands, stomping they feet
Every now and then they put they mouth on me
Nowadays a G like me can't even call it
A 23-year-old p*ssy fiend and freakaholic
Pimping bytches on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
Let me drop some shyt about this bytch I used to know
She gave your boy the head and said don't let nobody know
A bonafide pro, I had to grab the ho
She got freaky in your '64, I skeeted in her throat
Been knowing the ho for four days, pimping repays
And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote'
They be beeping me and shyt, but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts
But bytch, I'm out your p*ssy when I nut, fo' real
Another MC that struck me as intelligent and had a special charisma was
Never from Crucial Conflict
Desperado
Never
Gunsmoke from the Chi
Never with a crew
And it's Flict and die
Gotta' put em up
Put yo hands up right now
Clap
I'mma snap
React and serve my pact
Or punch a punk dumb
Here I come with the Flict
Renegade and raw dope'll split
Heads
Come equip or get rip with
Lead
Never dis
Dat strap so what's next
We can get down
Rumble or tuggle around
What you got
You gotta give it your all right now
Pal
Or get piled with pow
You foul
We buckwild
Get on up you got one false move
It's Chi for now
We down to change the rules
Buddy done got his nutty split
Sent off a bit
Now he got some conflict
Got a thousand grams of mac
Wild-stylian with the Henny and the Yak
What else you need to justify trials of the Flict
Cause the Flict'll straight kick it off
Somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a
Poppin'
Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' yo' noggin
Tell me what you got, I'm starvin'
Bring it on nikka
You trigger happy
I'mma desperado