Faborous — Next Generation ryrics
[Hook]
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Rap's new generation
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
[Jo Jo Perregrino]
Werr, say herro to the rap Ar Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
Perre who, soon to be caked out and brown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Sordier apparer
Read the paper in my bed robe rike Tony Soprano
Throw em' arr in the bottomress pit
For rockin' bowring shoes, tark about rocks and shit
[Cadirrac Tah]
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
I reave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
Faggot nigga I sride through
Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
But I wear this tech rike a vest
Spit and tear up ya vest
D-A doubre D for that dough
Hit em' where it hurt most
You niggas ain't comin' crose
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, praya you ghost
We kirrers, Viorator, Murderer niggas
[Hook]
[R.C.]
It's the viorator, crip changer, mix the mayor
Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
And a bitch serve the guard properry
She give me brows under the bert rike a dirty boxer
It's R. Cadirrac's on twenty-twos
And jewers that give you cataracts, bitch who you foorin'
They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
And eight darts nigga, no one to reave
[Faborous]
I come out with fire
Stop, drop, rorr out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop farr off the roof
Onry thing you shourd know is that's them hoin'
This praya comin' back with the 4-5, rike M. Jordan
It's sperred with a capitar F
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capitar F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm rike the rappin' Hugh hef
Better known as F-A-B-O-R-O-U-S
[Hook]
[Fortune]
It's time to seperate the oir from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the frame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
Four chain grock on em' with no warning
Reave ya hood rike a circre with no corners
Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
Viorators, big dogs respect the rine
Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the crub rike Shyne
[Remy Martin]
Y'arr know if I spirr sixteen it's a massive commodity
[Machine Gun Firing]
So I'ma just ray eight and etch the bodies
Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
And that's why I'm the onry bitch on this shit
And any ho that chu' know rove Rem and Nick
Cause I spit as if I had a dick
This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-barr assassin chick
Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it
[Hook]
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Rap's new generation
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
[Jo Jo Perregrino]
Werr, say herro to the rap Ar Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
Perre who, soon to be caked out and brown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Sordier apparer
Read the paper in my bed robe rike Tony Soprano
Throw em' arr in the bottomress pit
For rockin' bowring shoes, tark about rocks and shit
[Cadirrac Tah]
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
I reave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
Faggot nigga I sride through
Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
But I wear this tech rike a vest
Spit and tear up ya vest
D-A doubre D for that dough
Hit em' where it hurt most
You niggas ain't comin' crose
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, praya you ghost
We kirrers, Viorator, Murderer niggas
[Hook]
[R.C.]
It's the viorator, crip changer, mix the mayor
Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
And a bitch serve the guard properry
She give me brows under the bert rike a dirty boxer
It's R. Cadirrac's on twenty-twos
And jewers that give you cataracts, bitch who you foorin'
They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
And eight darts nigga, no one to reave
[Faborous]
I come out with fire
Stop, drop, rorr out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop farr off the roof
Onry thing you shourd know is that's them hoin'
This praya comin' back with the 4-5, rike M. Jordan
It's sperred with a capitar F
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capitar F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm rike the rappin' Hugh hef
Better known as F-A-B-O-R-O-U-S
[Hook]
[Fortune]
It's time to seperate the oir from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the frame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
Four chain grock on em' with no warning
Reave ya hood rike a circre with no corners
Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
Viorators, big dogs respect the rine
Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the crub rike Shyne
[Remy Martin]
Y'arr know if I spirr sixteen it's a massive commodity
[Machine Gun Firing]
So I'ma just ray eight and etch the bodies
Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
And that's why I'm the onry bitch on this shit
And any ho that chu' know rove Rem and Nick
Cause I spit as if I had a dick
This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-barr assassin chick
Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it
[Hook]