It's the R Lyrics

from The Master

"It's the R" is track #12 on the album The Master. It was written by Griffin, William / Phillips, Peter O / Bobbit, Charles A / Byrd, Bobby / Brown, James / Barrier, Eric / Mayfield, Curtis L / Franklin, Rodolfo Antonio.
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"It's the R" is track #12 on the album The Master. It was written by Griffin, William / Phillips, Peter O / Bobbit, Charles A / Byrd, Bobby / Brown, James / Barrier, Eric / Mayfield, Curtis L / Franklin, Rodolfo Antonio.
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Aiyyo, it's Mr. Low-key you need to go see
The host by far a mostly O.O.
With a brand new show but you know how the flow be
'Cause when I swerve, you observe it closely

If you smoke trees, smoke more than an oz
Mix any kind of dope with me, you o-d
You get the CD, L-P C.O.D.
Poetry 'cause you to fully load the V

Drop place to place be crazy over me.
Even different nationalities, over seas
However do a don't emcee, you know me, G O D
She know she D O E, so show me

Even with no jewelry she call me Goldie
Like a Jacuzzi she overheat an OG
Like sushi swimmin' in a open sea, I'm comin

She said it's the same since I came and rained it's still hard
You can stimulate the brain, feel the God
It's hard to go against the grain, it's real large
Drive 'em insane, leave dames in silk bras

Plus real cups spill, spill that bars
What's the deal kids with Hennessey grills they feel charged
And you know what time it is? It's still Ra's
When I do a show real far they steal cars

Stages of battle field reveal your scars
Train hard 'cause this is a game with ill squads
Play with pain and gain a couple of yards
And if you know the deal, you can deal the cards

And appeal to broads with jobs and oveods
Body parts like buns of steel and spa's
Then we can kick tha blahzay blah, smoke a cigar
While I get ma-na-massage, I'm comin'

From the inner city to the suburbs, the street poet
The most jiggiest kid with words and peeps know it
They've read about it and heard, plus TV. show it
So how do I reserve my swerve? I low pro it

Now, they're eager to know just how deep the flow get
I don't know yet, sometime the flow be so wet
Spit a tech that will effect quicker than moet
Or high as anything you smoke yet, go ahead roll it

Any microphone I hold, my heat blow it
My emo is make more doe till I can't fold it
Anything I see or touch, I wanna own it
Drop a jewel in baby girl ear, now she my coed

I reload and she keep the candy coated
And when she know she can't control it
She tell me she about to blow at any moment
We'll go ahead baby, I can't hold it, I'm comin'

Songwriters
Griffin, William / Phillips, Peter O / Bobbit, Charles A / Byrd, Bobby / Brown, James / Barrier, Eric / Mayfield, Curtis L / Franklin, Rodolfo Antonio

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