Black Rob F- Jennifer Lopez Spanish Fly Lyrics

Spanish Fly Lyrics

[Black Rob]

 Yo look clown I come through bully down

 Keep thinkin that you hard take a look around

 I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain

 And when it go down my hoes 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, this title I hold I won't relinquish

 And this type shit you shouldn't sting wish

 And one phone call and I'll extinquish, I mean this you seen this

 Blue steel fo-fo the caliber, Excalibur, Im'a destroy my next challenger

 B. Rob high post MC, quick to spray Raid on the roach MC

 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?

 'Cuz we..dont..care, I'll take 'em there

 

 Chorus: Jennifer Lopez

 

 Last night, I dreamed of some more dough

 Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro (I'll take 'em there)

 Last night 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 honies lovin this shit too, one wit'choo

 Long as you know my pants don't fit'choo

 Money good look, understand why he shook

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

 Check, all the records I set, its major

 Check, that the sets I wreck with flavor

 Fuck that cajun, guns stay bond cock

 ?Boiler on lock? hold shit down like Fort Knox

 Man, knock the rhyme unorthadox

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

 Give me the props, Im 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, its 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

 

 Chours

 

 [Black Rob]

 I hit a ??? if my name was Teddy Bender

 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-uhh, y'all must be stupid

 If I owe Shawn Combs any money then I recouped it

 I looped it, this fly shit from ?Nebogada?

 Me and Yogi and Hard Pierre from You Dont 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 its on

 And I'm just gettin warm

 

 Chorus