Spanish Fly Lyrics - Singles - Black Rob

[Black Rob] 

Yo, look, clown, I come through to put it down 

Keep thinkin' that you hard; take a look around 

I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain 

And when it go down, my hos do the same thing 

We all in the same game; we all willin' to bang 

Ain't nobody going against the grain, so take aim 

B.R.'s evasive; cut all the faces; catch all the cases; this real 

You rather bet 'cha life than face me 

I mean, I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee 

Black the feindest 

The title I hold I won't relinquish 

And this type shit you should distinguish 

And one phone call, and I'll extinquish 

I mean this; you seen this 

Blue steel fo'fo'; the caliber - Excalibur 

I'm a destroy my next challenger 

B. Rob, high post emcee 

Quick to spray Raid on the roach emcee 

So don't be apporachin' me without the cross and rosary 

Who this nigga 'pose to be? 

I blast him in the open beef 

Damn, Black, how you do that der? 

'Cause we don't care 

I'll take 'em there 

[Chorus] 

Last night, I dreamed of some more dough 

Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro 

(I'll take 'em there) 

That's when I realized I'm dreaming 

Too late now 

Guess I'll finish what I started, baby 

[Black Rob] 

Y'all niggas heard the first verse; no doubt shit bangin' 

Verse two make sure none of y'all left hangin' 

Got honnies lovin' this shit too; girl, I'm wit' chu 

Long as you know my pants don't fit chu 

Money good look; understand why he shook 

Shit, I'm rich; face all up in the Guinness Book 

Check all the records I set; it's major 

Check that the sets I wreck with flavor 

Fuck that Cajun; guns stay bond cock 

Boiling hot; hold shit down like Fort Knox 

Man, knock the rhyme unorthodox 

What'cha barely understand, shit, I did with the L.O.X. 

Give me the props; I'm tryin' set a mark this year 

And bring the equipment out to the parks this year 

So y'all could see how it used to be 

I'm lookin' towards the future, see 

Black here to stay 

It's time y'all got used to me 

Puff said Black ain't tryin' to fit in 

Up and down the coast; can't count the spots I've been in 

Put'cha bid in 

[Chorus] 

[Black Rob] 

I hit arenas, swinging notice if my name was Teddy Pender 

Hot 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 remember 

Y'all can't see the Rob 

Uh-uh, y'all must be stupid 

If I owe Sean Combs any money, then I recouped it 

I looped it; this fly shit from Nebodaga 

Me, and Yogi, and Hard Pierre from You don't Know Me 

I dare you to come against me, run against me 

Use your gun against me 

You finito, finished 

I've seen wild cats diminished, foldin' for 

Bad Boy's known to ball 

Internationally, I'm sayin' actually 

I have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casually 

So, prepare yourself for the storm 

Nineteen-nine-nine, it's on 

And I'm just gettin' warm 

[Chorus]