That`s right, Boston
Yeah, Boston niggas be rollin` dolo from state to stae
It`s nothing, we do this
[Chorus]
Still nobody guards I stay sucker free
Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees
Rollin` Dolo from state to state
Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate
[Guru]
Yo, jealousy can kill so I test my skill
Any pomp I can romp and stomp at will
Now as I gets my thrill it`s like my daily drill
You spill raps and in (?) I`ve been made to ill
You can`t talk the talk, you can`t walk the walk
Been dwelling with the muggers and the murderers talk
Your shocked by the way I regulate ya` obliterate ya`
Erase your obsolete weak cheap data
[ED O.G.]
It`s this hip-hop art I stay true to, crack brew to
I fuck your girl a lot better than you do
The type of lyrics I spit will never fail you
Battle you online, type a letter forward it then email you
Take you off the track and de-rail you
Get the hell out my face don`t want to be near you
Don`t want your snippets hate your album or your headshots
It`s ED O.G. in the black-fitted Red Sox
Thuggin` the streets but you soft at home
You got skills off the dome?
I`m a off your dome
This is a battlefield, no time for screaming and yelling
You get smacked in the face use your ice for the swelling
Besides the records I`m selling
My momma` raised no felon
On the hunt like Helen
For whack rappers who`s jellin`
This is drama not a kitty show
You want to get fucked up
Like the low-budget video
I know a lot of time`s passed
The ED O.G. is still here and ya`ll still half-ass
[Chorus]
{Ya`ll still half ass}
{Ya`ll half-ass rappers}
Still nobody guards I stay sucker free
Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees
Rollin` Dolo from state to state
Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate
[Big Shug]
It`s the return of the mouth-musher, skull-crusher
Pack myself with two nines and (?)
That nigga all day beating down suckers
Sporting the game making it get more rougher
The face-puncher the hot-cruncher
The have it with gods for the law out-to-luncher
The seven-thirty, know I`m more than a sick man
The streets raised this wild ass nigga from Murderpan
The real rapper the pimp-slapper
The put on the socks with your suit and stay dapper
Whoa, the chump-choker the backwood tree smoker
Stash the gats in the sofa it`s all over
One life to live and that`s that
I keep my lyrics heavily packed and cocked back
I`ll smash you right in your fucking face black
I`m the realest nigga what you know about that
I`m a let my skills shine like brand new chrome
And tell them son-niggas you run with that daddy`s home
I roll dolo from state to state it feels great
And in two thousand get on the stage and demonstrate
[Chorus]
Still nobody guards I stay sucker free
Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees
Rollin` Dolo from state to state
Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate
[Guru]
No holds barred I`m going all out
I don`t think your for real I think your all mouth
So bust one for my dogs locked down
And for my real rap lovers know I got it locked down
Untill your blocked down, punks get beat down
You can`t rock a party take a seat you clown
I frown upon scavengers and wannabe`s
Commit atrocities upon MC`s who think they heart is mean
[Chorus]
Still nobody guards I stay sucker free
Still sling rhymes hard I stay puffing trees
Rollin` Dolo from state to state
Still drop the hot shit for you to pull out your crate
