What’s The Drill

Verse 1: Chaotic Lynk
Ain't no way no how you gonna stop me now
Yo I pound the underground in stereo sound I come back around and then I do it again
Once again yo who are these so called friends
Oh buddies yo life is funny life is money
Life is fast like a nose is runny
Don't ask me why kids wanna be tough guys
Most are just small fries in disguise
For real what the deal who's real and who's fake
Make a mistake and find ya ass back on home base
To win the race keep pace with a mean face
Get busted getting laced get left without a trace
CL's in the place let the vibe ride by
CI LI in the house with pride
I'm in the hizzy fo shizzy old school getting busy
Now let the record spin till ya heads get dizzy

Hook: Chaotic Lynk
Somebody's gotta tell me what's going on for real
Some of these cats out there really need to chill
(x2)

Verse 2: Chaotic Lynk
Jump off the bandwagon of those is braggin
Gun packing hoe slappin toe taggin braggin
Who you shoot oh you hard cause you wear some tim boots
Oh you the man cause you made a little loot
Let me take you to school now here's your first lesson
You front then don't make rap your profession
Lesson two huuhh just be you
Now lesson three hummm lemme see don't try to be me
Lesson 4 how bout you don't front no more
If you do you find your ass out the back door
Y'all kiddies is funny I said straight up comics
Like you just passed a class called hooked on Ebonics
Oh you smoke chronic so now you down right
Let's see who with ya when it time for a fight
I ain't got time for bitches and snitches
My ride don’t have switch’s rims 24 inch's

Hook: Chaotic Lynk
Somebody's gotta tell me what's going on for real
Some of these cats out there really need to chill
(x2)

Verse 3: Chaotic Lynk
With mad yrs up in the game they say rap pays
I said come on man all these white kids rap nowadays
For real the perpetrators need to chill
Take your doo rag off dude you come from crackaville
I ain't thug I'm from a town that gets down
Central islip if I don't front you just ain't allowed
Some underground cats never give me respect
But that cool the underground never wrote me a check
Never put food on my plate or gas up in my car
I call it as I see it you don't feel fuck ya'll
I gotta house to pay with some kids to raise
With yrs in the game now it time to get paid
You better know your role then know your goal
You play you cards wrong be prepared to fold
Ya see don't give up until a million sold I said
Platinum baby I'm more solid that gold

Hook: Chaotic Lynk
Somebody’s gotta tell me what’s going on for real
Some of these cats out there really need to chill
(x2)