Spanish Fly – Jennifer Lopez Ft. Black Rob (2000)

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Featured artist: Jennifer Lopez
Artist: Black Rob
Album: Life Story
Released: 2000

Lyrics

Yo, look, clown, I come through to put it downKeep thinkin’ that you hard; take a look aroundI got soldiers stationed up to bring painAnd when it go down, my hos do the same thingWe all in the same game; we all willin’ to bangAin’t nobody going against the grain, so take aimB.R.’s evasive; cut all the faces; catch all the cases; this realYou rather bet ‘cha life than face meI mean, I got this rap game locked with more cake than TasteeBlack the feindestThe title I hold I won’t relinquishAnd this type s*** you should distinguishAnd one phone call, and I’ll extinquishI mean this; you seen thisBlue steel fo’fo’; the caliber – ExcaliburI’m a destroy my next challengerB. Rob, high post emceeQuick to spray Raid on the roach emceeSo don’t be apporachin’ me without the cross and rosaryWho this n**** ‘pose to be?I blast him in the open beefDamn, Black, how you do that der?‘Cause we don’t careI’ll take ’em there
Last night, I dreamed of some more doughSome crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of ‘dro(I’ll take ’em there)That’s when I realized I’m dreamingToo late nowGuess I’ll finish what I started, baby
Y’all n****s heard the first verse; no doubt s*** bangin’Verse two make sure none of y’all left hangin’Got honnies lovin’ this s*** too; girl, I’m wit’ chuLong as you know my pants don’t fit chuMoney good look; understand why he shookS***, I’m rich; face all up in the Guinness BookCheck all the records I set; it’s majorCheck that the sets I wreck with flavorF*** that Cajun; guns stay bond c***Boiling hot; hold s*** down like Fort KnoxMan, knock the rhyme unorthodoxWhat’cha barely understand, s***, I did with the L.O.X.Give me the props; I’m tryin’ set a mark this yearAnd bring the equipment out to the parks this yearSo y’all could see how it used to beI’m lookin’ towards the future, seeBlack here to stayIt’s time y’all got used to mePuff said Black ain’t tryin’ to fit inUp and down the coast; can’t count the spots I’ve been inPut’cha bid in
Last night, I dreamed of some more doughSome crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of ‘dro(I’ll take ’em there)That’s when I realized I’m dreamingToo late nowGuess I’ll finish what I started, baby
I hit arenas, swinging notice if my name was Teddy PenderHot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blenda’I want ch’all to feel hardcore; nothin tenda’Blessed this mic for as long as I rememberY’all can’t see the RobUh-uh, y’all must be stupidIf I owe Sean Combs any money, then I recouped itI looped it; this fly s*** from NebodagaMe, and Yogi, and Hard Pierre from You don’t Know MeI dare you to come against me, run against meUse your gun against meYou finito, finishedI’ve seen wild cats diminished, foldin’ forBad Boy’s known to ballInternationally, I’m sayin’ actuallyI have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casuallySo, prepare yourself for the stormNineteen-nine-nine, it’s onAnd I’m just gettin’ warm
Last night, I dreamed of some more doughSome crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of ‘dro(I’ll take ’em there)That’s when I realized I’m dreamingToo late nowGuess I’ll finish what I started, baby
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