Testo Good To Go - DJ Premier feat. Roc Marciano
Testo della canzone Good To Go (DJ Premier feat. Roc Marciano), tratta dall'album The Coldest Profession
Rhyme flow, good to go
After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy
Rhyme flow, good to go
After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy
Rhyme flow (yeah), good to go (yo)
After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy (yo)
Piece will love it
It's too many freaks in this club for us to be mean-muggin'
Plus, I'm the shooter you hit when you need a bucket
It's "Fuck the tough shit" (fuck the tough shit)
But you do need to be reluctant (eh)
Know we're showin' love, it's somethin' that I struggle with
Off the muscle like some pullups and dips
I pull up with whips (pull up, nigga)
Hustlin' to get rich, we smuggled, and
When I was doin' numbers like Money Mitch
You was still shootin' puppy piss
Your huggies slid down your hips
Your chips are counterfeit, my bag made the counter split
The sound of money counter to me it's like a album hit
I found out your bitch got good inside the mouth skin (ooh)
Spin your block for a ticket, that's a roundtrip (roundtrip)
Let off a shot, hit the skipper, he went down with the ship (ooh)
Your Tom Brown trencher hang down in the shit
This is straight from the vow to the stem (mm)
Yeah, theme music in a haunted crackhouse
She packed stash, strippin' the couch, she brought a half a ounce
A fiend passed out with a blackened mouth
Duckin' the D's, playin' cat and mouse, I sip the Dragon Stout
The Maybach step out, I put the grass out (grass out)
Wow
Rhyme flow, good to go
After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy (yo)
Can't say I'm proud of everything under the sun I done
But tears, sweat and blood somehow made me a one of one
They still wonderin' how I got it out the mud, but not covered in sludge
Untouched, not even a smudge
.38 snub with the serial rub
Leave you on the steerin' wheel slump, the tires on the vehicle spun
Dumped a G right, caught a body easy like Pink Eye
Eight carat diamond on the pinky shine
In the meantime (meantime), I'm on demon time (uh-huh)
I'm doin' Jesus job (uh-huh), I put a key in the pot
I let the pieces dry on the pizza box (ooh)
I broke a fiend off for piece of the rock
I don't want peace for my opps, I don't throw up the peace sign
I just know it's a green light like sequela
When I see y'all, fuck niggas
Rhyme flow, good to go
After the show, I'll pull your ho, boy (ho, boy)
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Writer(s): Christopher E Martin, Rahkeim Calief Meyer
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