Dues and Dont's Lyrics
| Song | Dues and Dont's |
| Artist | Rasco |
| Album | The Birth EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rasco | |
| Uh huh | |
| That's right, be yourself, yo | |
| That's right | |
| Ya got to be yourself, yo | |
| That's right | |
| And do your own thing | |
| Yo, do your own thing | |
| Yo, I slings from the waist with mines, but I don't waste time | |
| Once again here to set the new trend | |
| Whatever the plan, we shakes in all style | |
| Better check the file, don't change the dial | |
| You locked in, nigga, we raisin' the stock ten | |
| Better tell your friends, where it all begins | |
| Point blank, niggas ain't nothin' but low rank | |
| The cap-tain lookin at rippin' the ass clean | |
| The vaccine ain't nothin' but pure medi-cine | |
| The sure shot niggas should keep they door locked | |
| Ain't no block hotter than your's? Make sure | |
| While brothers is waterin' down rhymes stay pure | |
| One-hundred percent organic, goddammit | |
| Be doin' my thing until I'm yanked off the planet | |
| Hard like granite, your stones are zercon(ia) | |
| Costume, fillin' your lungs with gas fumes | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| Yo, don't change yo' shit because you heard my shit | |
| Get back in the lab and try to reword shit | |
| I show you the hands, you get yo' vision blurred wit' | |
| It's Rasco here to enhance the cash flow | |
| (Second time through minus 'Yo') | |
| (Get it off your chest then) | |
| I got things on my mind, react and rhyme at the same time | |
| Never comin' close to mine, my stratosphere speaks loud and clear | |
| The same shit as last year | |
| Why do niggas change they style and then flip? | |
| Get a couple fans, some grands, and then slip | |
| Don't you understand you should stand for yourself, | |
| To make sure your records don't stand on the shelf? | |
| Never make songs to please these emcees | |
| And next time, nigga, I'm charging you five g's | |
| Four hundred degrees, ice cold deep freeze | |
| And emcees be thinkin' they the fuckin' Bee Gees | |
| Sometimes you have to lead a feign to the fame | |
| To make sure you still stick around in the game | |
| Sit home and train, circulatin' through the veins | |
| You outta your brain, you know the goddam name | |
| The same cat that brought you back to the times | |
| When niggas was true and did it all for the rhymes | |
| Now it's all changed, these cats think short range | |
| Forgettin' the art, they do it all for the chart | |
| But is he really smart for doin' the same shit, | |
| That one thousand other motherfuckers came wit'? | |
| I don't think so, I got coins to invest | |
| While you clowns are still tryin' to win a contest | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| (Last, but not least) | |
| Don't use the underground | |
| For tryin' to shield you and that wackass sound | |
| I'll still be around, watchin' niggas freestyle | |
| I came back, I know I've been gone for a while | |
| I may not be the best, what I be tryin' to stress | |
| Is how I can make a lot more doin' less | |
| Peace to the West, I just earned a piece | |
| I told y'all you shouldn't let the dog of the leash | |
| Don't bite, especially when you know it ain't right | |
| And don't drop your songs when you know it ain't tight | |
| I shines the light, do the best that you can | |
| You always should have a whole different sideplan | |
| My thoughts adjust to a different mind frame | |
| Be exact, no time for the little mind games | |
| I keeps my feet firmly planted in the street | |
| To get y'all wit' nothin' but the bonifide heat | |
| [Chorus x2] |
| zuo ci : Rasco | |
| Uh huh | |
| That' s right, be yourself, yo | |
| That' s right | |
| Ya got to be yourself, yo | |
| That' s right | |
| And do your own thing | |
| Yo, do your own thing | |
| Yo, I slings from the waist with mines, but I don' t waste time | |
| Once again here to set the new trend | |
| Whatever the plan, we shakes in all style | |
| Better check the file, don' t change the dial | |
| You locked in, nigga, we raisin' the stock ten | |
| Better tell your friends, where it all begins | |
| Point blank, niggas ain' t nothin' but low rank | |
| The captain lookin at rippin' the ass clean | |
| The vaccine ain' t nothin' but pure medicine | |
| The sure shot niggas should keep they door locked | |
| Ain' t no block hotter than your' s? Make sure | |
| While brothers is waterin' down rhymes stay pure | |
| Onehundred percent organic, goddammit | |
| Be doin' my thing until I' m yanked off the planet | |
| Hard like granite, your stones are zercon ia | |
| Costume, fillin' your lungs with gas fumes | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Yo, don' t change yo' shit because you heard my shit | |
| Get back in the lab and try to reword shit | |
| I show you the hands, you get yo' vision blurred wit' | |
| It' s Rasco here to enhance the cash flow | |
| Second time through minus ' Yo' | |
| Get it off your chest then | |
| I got things on my mind, react and rhyme at the same time | |
| Never comin' close to mine, my stratosphere speaks loud and clear | |
| The same shit as last year | |
| Why do niggas change they style and then flip? | |
| Get a couple fans, some grands, and then slip | |
| Don' t you understand you should stand for yourself, | |
| To make sure your records don' t stand on the shelf? | |
| Never make songs to please these emcees | |
| And next time, nigga, I' m charging you five g' s | |
| Four hundred degrees, ice cold deep freeze | |
| And emcees be thinkin' they the fuckin' Bee Gees | |
| Sometimes you have to lead a feign to the fame | |
| To make sure you still stick around in the game | |
| Sit home and train, circulatin' through the veins | |
| You outta your brain, you know the goddam name | |
| The same cat that brought you back to the times | |
| When niggas was true and did it all for the rhymes | |
| Now it' s all changed, these cats think short range | |
| Forgettin' the art, they do it all for the chart | |
| But is he really smart for doin' the same shit, | |
| That one thousand other motherfuckers came wit'? | |
| I don' t think so, I got coins to invest | |
| While you clowns are still tryin' to win a contest | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Last, but not least | |
| Don' t use the underground | |
| For tryin' to shield you and that wackass sound | |
| I' ll still be around, watchin' niggas freestyle | |
| I came back, I know I' ve been gone for a while | |
| I may not be the best, what I be tryin' to stress | |
| Is how I can make a lot more doin' less | |
| Peace to the West, I just earned a piece | |
| I told y' all you shouldn' t let the dog of the leash | |
| Don' t bite, especially when you know it ain' t right | |
| And don' t drop your songs when you know it ain' t tight | |
| I shines the light, do the best that you can | |
| You always should have a whole different sideplan | |
| My thoughts adjust to a different mind frame | |
| Be exact, no time for the little mind games | |
| I keeps my feet firmly planted in the street | |
| To get y' all wit' nothin' but the bonifide heat | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Rasco | |
| Uh huh | |
| That' s right, be yourself, yo | |
| That' s right | |
| Ya got to be yourself, yo | |
| That' s right | |
| And do your own thing | |
| Yo, do your own thing | |
| Yo, I slings from the waist with mines, but I don' t waste time | |
| Once again here to set the new trend | |
| Whatever the plan, we shakes in all style | |
| Better check the file, don' t change the dial | |
| You locked in, nigga, we raisin' the stock ten | |
| Better tell your friends, where it all begins | |
| Point blank, niggas ain' t nothin' but low rank | |
| The captain lookin at rippin' the ass clean | |
| The vaccine ain' t nothin' but pure medicine | |
| The sure shot niggas should keep they door locked | |
| Ain' t no block hotter than your' s? Make sure | |
| While brothers is waterin' down rhymes stay pure | |
| Onehundred percent organic, goddammit | |
| Be doin' my thing until I' m yanked off the planet | |
| Hard like granite, your stones are zercon ia | |
| Costume, fillin' your lungs with gas fumes | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Yo, don' t change yo' shit because you heard my shit | |
| Get back in the lab and try to reword shit | |
| I show you the hands, you get yo' vision blurred wit' | |
| It' s Rasco here to enhance the cash flow | |
| Second time through minus ' Yo' | |
| Get it off your chest then | |
| I got things on my mind, react and rhyme at the same time | |
| Never comin' close to mine, my stratosphere speaks loud and clear | |
| The same shit as last year | |
| Why do niggas change they style and then flip? | |
| Get a couple fans, some grands, and then slip | |
| Don' t you understand you should stand for yourself, | |
| To make sure your records don' t stand on the shelf? | |
| Never make songs to please these emcees | |
| And next time, nigga, I' m charging you five g' s | |
| Four hundred degrees, ice cold deep freeze | |
| And emcees be thinkin' they the fuckin' Bee Gees | |
| Sometimes you have to lead a feign to the fame | |
| To make sure you still stick around in the game | |
| Sit home and train, circulatin' through the veins | |
| You outta your brain, you know the goddam name | |
| The same cat that brought you back to the times | |
| When niggas was true and did it all for the rhymes | |
| Now it' s all changed, these cats think short range | |
| Forgettin' the art, they do it all for the chart | |
| But is he really smart for doin' the same shit, | |
| That one thousand other motherfuckers came wit'? | |
| I don' t think so, I got coins to invest | |
| While you clowns are still tryin' to win a contest | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Last, but not least | |
| Don' t use the underground | |
| For tryin' to shield you and that wackass sound | |
| I' ll still be around, watchin' niggas freestyle | |
| I came back, I know I' ve been gone for a while | |
| I may not be the best, what I be tryin' to stress | |
| Is how I can make a lot more doin' less | |
| Peace to the West, I just earned a piece | |
| I told y' all you shouldn' t let the dog of the leash | |
| Don' t bite, especially when you know it ain' t right | |
| And don' t drop your songs when you know it ain' t tight | |
| I shines the light, do the best that you can | |
| You always should have a whole different sideplan | |
| My thoughts adjust to a different mind frame | |
| Be exact, no time for the little mind games | |
| I keeps my feet firmly planted in the street | |
| To get y' all wit' nothin' but the bonifide heat | |
| Chorus x2 |
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