What`s The Drill (Feat. CL aka Chaotic Lynk) (Soundstream Remix)

Aint no way no how you gonna stop me now Yo I pound the underground in stereo sound I come back around and then I do it again Once again yo who are these so called friends Oh buddies yo life is funny life is money Life is fast like a nose is runny Don’t ask me why kids wanna be tough guys Most are just small fries in disguise For real what the deal who’s real and who’s fake Make a mistake and find ya ass back on home base To win the race keep pace with a mean face Get busted getting laced get left without a trace CL’s in the place let the vibe ride by CI LI in the house with pride Im in the hizzy fo shizzy old school getting busy Now let the record spin till ya heads get dizzy Somebody’s gotta tell me what’s going on for real Some of these cats out there really need to chill Somebody’s gotta tell me what’s going on for real Some of these cats out there really need to chill Jump off the bandwagon of those is braggin Gun packing hoe slappin toe taggin braggin Who you shoot oh you hard cause you wear some tim boots Oh you the man cause you made a little loot Let me take you to school now here’s your first lesson You front then don’t make rap your profession Lesson two huuhh just be you Now lesson three hummm lemme see don’t try to be me Lesson 4 how bout you don’t front no more If you do you find your ass out the back door Yall kiddies is funny I said straight up comics Like you just passed a class called hooked on Ebonics Oh you smoke chronic so now you down right Let’s see who with ya when it time for a fight I aint got time for bitches and snitches My ride don’t have switch’s rims 24 inch’s Somebody’s gotta tell me what’s going on for real Some of these cats out there really need to chill Somebody’s gotta tell me what’s going on for real Some of these cats out there really need to chill With mad yrs up in the game they say rap pays I said come on man all these white kids rap nowadays For real the perpetrators need to chill Take your doo rag off dude you come from crackaville I aint thug im from a town that gets down Central islip if I don’t front you just aint allowed Some underground cats never give me respect But that cool the underground never wrote me a check Never put food on my plate or gas up in my car I call it as I see it you don’t feel fuck yall I gotta house to pay with some kids to raise With yrs in the game now it time to get paid You better know your role then know your goal You play you cards wrong be prepared to fold Ya see don’t give up until a million sold I said Platinum baby I’m more solid that gold Somebody’s gotta tell me what’s going on for real Some of these cats out there really need to chill Somebody’s gotta tell me what’s going on for real Some of these cats out there really need to chill