FABOLOUS - Next Generation

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    FABOLOUS LYRICS
    
    "Next Generation"
    [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 Pellegrino]
    Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with pone
    Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
    Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
    Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown
    Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel
    Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano
    Throw em' all in the bottomless pit
    For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and shit
    
    [Cadillac Tah]
    Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
    I leave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
    Faggot nigga I slide through
    Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
    But I wear this tech like a vest
    Spit and tear up ya vest
    D-A double D for that dough
    Hit em' where it hurt most
    You niggas ain't comin' close
    I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost
    We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas
    
    [Hook]
    
    [R.C.]
    It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor
    Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
    And a bitch serve the guard properly
    She give me blows under the belt like a dirty boxer
    It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
    And jewels that give you cataracts, bitch who you foolin'
    They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
    And eight darts nigga, no one to leave
    
    [Fabolous]
    I come out with fire
    Stop, drop, roll out the booth
    Th rims come out the tires
    I stop, hop fall off the roof
    Only thing you should know is that's them hoin'
    This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
    It's spelled with a capital F
    See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F
    Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef
    Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
    
    [Hook]
    
    [Fortune]
    It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
    So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
    Four chain glock on em' with no warning
    Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
    Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
    Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
    Violators, big dogs respect the line
    Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne
    
    [Remy Martin]
    Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
    [Machine Gun Firing]
    So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies
    Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
    And that's why I'm the only bitch on this shit
    And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick
    Cause I spit as if I had a dick
    This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin chick
    Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it
    
    [Hook]

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