Golden Ones - E-dubble

On my way to Fishtown headed back from Ambler

(in the system) I can see they hands up

This could be they anthem, this could be a go to

Boom bat rap with a knack for a boat shoe

Approach you, they goat you to poach you

And joke you, jerk you

Six ways to Sunday then Monday they merk you

Don’t buy this you should stick to yourself

Even dreams get hustled so be good to your health

All you have when the chips are low

An it can show, I’m back stage but I’m fit to blow

Top shelf when I spit my flow, be it fast or slow

It’s two tones but I bet you know

I get it in like a hole-in-one

And it’s been fun, but my shit’s like a stolen gun

Hot n' dirty, sippin' some vodka early

(Fuck rules here’s the Golden One)

(One) Never live my life like a chump does

That’s something that I just don’t like

(Two) Never bring a knife to a gun fight

They got guns so they probably won’t fight

(Three) Always take no for an answer

The yes' will come in due time

(Four) Always give a nice firm handshake

A dead fish simply can’t be ignored

Paisley tattoo on her butt cheek

Cheeky little lady if you ask me

And if you ask me 'bout them ass cheeks

I can verify them jawns is real

And if you got a problem with the BP

You can always come and just see me

I got an attitude like C3-PO meets the G called OG

Up goes Fraiser, Two Tone Rebel, misspell 'til you make it

Like dying Mike never thought that he could dance right

Then I saw the power of the rhythm of a past life

Figured take a few thwacks at it, I always loved third base

I-I-I-I never knew about collagen, but I could always save face

Hey, I sit in bed and pump the brakes before I start to feel drummin'

Different strokes, different folks, listen to the drummin'

85 back beat bumpin' in the stomach

Got that one, two, three, four, fuck it who’s comin'?

Got that East Coast slang that’s plain to see

I’m the two one fist spitter (I'm the D-U-B)

But back back then man, go ATs, be B.I.G, Tu P-A-C

No O-P-P, I was K-I-D, no 40 40 tub, no H-O-V, no M-O-B, no crude up love

The hella big fella mellow 'til they all gun bug and then it’s on

() All the boppers want they numbers in my cellular phone

Who can blame 'em know we’re shammin' it’s a hell of a tone

And if they meet Lewis the dog then I throw 'em a bone

I’m talkin'

(One) Never live my life like a chump does

That’s something that I just don’t like

(Two) Never bring a knife to a gun fight

They got guns so they probably won’t fight

(Three) Always take no for an answer

The yes' will come in due time

(Four) Always give a nice firm handshake

A dead fish simply can’t be ignored

Paisley tattoo on her butt cheek

Cheeky little lady if you ask me

And if you ask me 'bout them ass cheeks

I can verify them jawns is real

And if you got a problem with the BP

You can always come and just see me

I got an attitude like C3-PO meets the G called OG