Cuban Pete hooks up with Wu affiliated producer Falling Down for the 5 track ep '5 Pointz'.
Named after the now destroyed New York graffiti Mecca 5 Pointz; this track is named after Style master general Dondi
Dondi's career lends itself to the feel of the track in style and/or theme.
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lyrics
Style,
they want it got it
Smile,
you got it flaunt it
Piles,
of dough I'm on it
Grab
the bag and run it, whaaatt
Most lack the substance
To match tho whaaatt
Too worried bout their likes
And their cash flow yo
Some prefer style
Some prefer substance
Sniff it up their nostrils
In abundance,
I've been around
But stay on the circumference
Big top full of clowns
The shoe fits you dumb fucks,
Got style like Slick Rick
Gold drippin
Droppin crumbs like a biscuit
No dipping
Or dunking, show me something
That I've never seen
Or with a new twist
That old shit I done clean,
Shit, No drips
Unless intentional
Bitch, I know chicks
That do shit you never will,
Nice guys finish last
Ladies cum first
At least in my house
I'm knowing how the world works,
babies growing older
Colder as the world turns
Off they're rocker
Gettin hotter as the world burns, yo
I do it proper
Have done since the baby years
This is not an opera
Wont hear no fat ladies here
Style,
they want it got it
Smile,
you got it flaunt it
Piles,
of dough I'm on it
Grab
the bag and run it, whaaatt
Most lack the substance
To match tho whaaatt
Too worried bout their likes
And their cash flow yo
Snakes and fake friends is
Like mark's on my lenses
Stop me seeing benzies
And all that shit,
No ice no fur
That shits just a blur
Whole vision fucked
I need to clean up quick,
Fuck Talib, im breaking
twitter fingers with my hammer
Cant touch this
Knock the vist off social actors,
I see fakes on the net
get fake respect
Fans a likkle fickle
Quick to put em in check,
I see,
Cats come and go like a flap,
I talk slick like oil, till yanks wanna
Invade me, like Iraq,
I see rappers playing favourites
Wont stop
Till my name in the papers,
Full middle name Dangerous,
Pop, is plain to see
Not, where I aim to be
Got, what God gave to me
But dont believe in him
Cause, the worlds fucked
Too many sucker ducks
We used to play it tough
Now they wanna play the victim
Style,
they want it got it
Smile,
you got it flaunt it
Piles,
of dough I'm on it
Grab
the bag and run it, whaaatt
Most lack the substance
To match tho whaaatt
Too worried bout their likes
And their cash flow yo
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