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FIRST DIVISION lyrics : "Grown Ups"

feat Roc Marciano

Yo, Roc, you ready, son?

Aha
So let's do it then


You know exactly what it is
This grown men %#@!, we ain't rapping for the kids


Put a plan to hell like a Canadian flag
Skin a rapper to a handbag and gag him with his gang rap
Then gain more lengths than a 40 inch tank

Praying fast through the days that passed
We was made to last, most !@$@s is major $$#
In full, I get paid in cash

Chilling, I ate the hash, my crew ain't afraid to blast
I sprayed that from bloodbath to back raft
Here's a draft, pull off the mask and the musty gas

And I be damned if I be slandered and remanded
This is a standing, my stanzas left to bring us out of disadvantage
Banana clips to hammers, tryina force your CDs on us like Christian pamphlets

I put !@$@s in Pampers, rolling them Mister Panthers
Let the poor stop, remorse like a boss fly
Slip your antlers, hit your sore spot

'Cause I'm the man, I came to talk and I can't cram her
Official, no glitz and glamour
Just a grip like I'm in the slammer, make a !@$@ scam

But put a damper on your J amper
You must be on your jo-jo dancer, shallow
That's the answer


Shallow of the rooftop
Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood

If it's understood then good
Let it be known there ain't no kids over here
You're !#@*ING WITH GROWN MEN


Shallow of the rooftop
Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood

If it's understood then good
Let it be known there ain't no kids over here
You're !#@*ING WITH GROWN MEN


Busting with no wind in sight
So don't bet your life that when it's time to rep I won't

Get your wife could blow
The dynamo who will stay perfected, tighter flow stew
The paper pendant I crawl to

I'm a grown dude, my style is old school
But Js I made at night, I don't lose
Amazing when I'm whiling on fools

Keep dreaming, check your record, make ââ?¬Ë?em recognize
My whole crew's the reign and enterprise
I came to set the livest show, you could ever try to go, too

Expect to find oppressive rhyming
Odes connect to my electrifying vocals
I write with no rules, every line is so true

I should warn you, it's dangerous to light my short fuse
Second side, you know, use the best supplier, though
You's guessing why I compose juice

Profession like a cold dude to get you vibing
Wait from left to right and don't snooze
Your next $$#ignment: aim for head that biting, throw dudes

Piece of plastic, pay attention or you're left to rusting
DJs the best to play this record as they favorite rapping
Yeah, we play this out to break your neck and get the ladies sweating

That's the way your legends takes respect, raised on 87
Use suggestion as my ace for saving your day profession
When days connecting and praise the heavens they got stars

Roc Marc and Jason, yes, it ain't no question
What? You feel me?


Shallow of the rooftop
Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood
If it's understood then good

Let it be known there ain't no kids over here
You're !#@*ING WITH GROWN MEN

Shallow of the rooftop
Daddy going through the hood, blowing wood

If it's understood then good
Let it be known there ain't no kids over here
You're !#@*ING WITH GROWN MEN

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