Lyrics To The Song “Enterprising” By Point One From The
Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap) Published
By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012
(Chorus)
“I Aint Bout To Stop This C’hear…
You Can Find Me Later This Year,
Grippin A Pen , Knockin’ A Page And Writin’ Um,
Foot On A Stage, Mic In A Hand And Hypin’ Um,
I Aint Fend,
Too Let This Sleep,
See A Group Load Of People Tryna Hate On Me Now,
Never Gonna Stop This Hear,
Wont None Of You Monsters Ever Bring Me Fear,
(Intro)
Step In The Club In Throw Backs And Fitted,
Girbauds Pants And Sippin,
Wit Timbo’s And Chickens,
Swag To The Sight Of My Dolce gabbana,
Vera Wang Perfanna ,
And Draws That Cost Dollars,
In The Spot Where The Fake Are Not Thought Of,
The Real A All Holla,
Whyle Poppen Our Collars,
Pourin’ Shots By The Cost Cuz We Ballers,
Stay Boss And You Gotta,
Respect What We Thought Of,
(Verse One )
One For The Power,
Duce For The Scene,
Three For Everything If You Know What I Mean,
A Counter,
Of Money,
Perpetual Being,
On The Street By The Night Lyfe,
An Workin Them Things,
Three Job’s,
Get
Paper,
Live Lyfe,
Or
Die Broke,
Two Things I Wont Do…
Be You,
Or Get Smoked,
Twist Blunts And Sip Liqour,
Until She Deep Throats,
Now She Knows My Name,
So Im A Get More,
(Bridge)
Yeah Im A Cut Throat I Know That C’hear,
You Can Spot Me Later This Year,
Foot On A Stage,
Mic In A Hand And Hypen Um,
Grippen A Pen, Knockin’ A Page, And Writing One,
Im Not ‘Bout To Let You Sleep,
There’s A Whole Galaxy That Needs To Hear My Speech,
Now,
You Never Let Me In Before,
But When The Doors Close,
Im A Break Down Walls,
What You Think This Is,
I Aint………..Game---In,
You Better Listen,
To What Im Say----In,
If You Aint Saved,
Then You Start Prey---In,
In The Same Grave,
That Youll Be Lay---In,
Whats My Name,
My Money The Profit,
One Car,
My Spaceship,
My Cockpit,
Six Words,
You Get It,
You Got It,
One More Tyme,
I Took It,
And Locked It,
(Verse Two)
Aint Never Been Scared Of No Ghost ,
No Tyme For You Folks,
Im Showing You The Ropes,
Im Real To My Toes,
So Raw To The Core,
Im Welcomin’ a Toast,
The Glasses Are Rose,
All Champagne Is Poured,
Your Girlfriend Is Throwed,
Im Taking Her Home,
About To Get Blowed,
From Doja I Smoke,
The Things That I Dream,
Phantasy,
Reality,
Visions In Cream,
(Bridge)
Uhh Ohhh….
Im Back In This Trick,
Never Gonna Stop,
Shes Loving This Pimp,
One More Sec Is How I Get Rich,
Bag The Stuff Up And Lock The Zip In,
(Chorus)
Im Not Bout To Stop This Hear,
You Can Find Me Later This Year,
Grippin A Pen, Knocken A Page And Writin’ Um,
Foot On A Stage,
Mic In A Hand And Hypen Um,
Step In The Club In Throw Backs And Fitted,
Girbauds Pants And Sippin,
Wit Timbo’s And Chickens,
Swag To The Sight Of My Dolce gabbana,
Vera Wang Perfanna ,
And Draws That Cost Dollars,
In The Spot Where The Fake Are Not Thought Of,
The Real A All Holla,
Whyle Poppen Our Collars,
Pourin’ Shots By The Cost Cuz We Ballers,
Stay Boss And You Gotta,
Respect What We Thought Of,
Step In The Club In Throw Backs And Fitted,
Girbauds Pants And Sippin,
Wit Timbo’s And Chickens,
Swag To The Sight Of My Dolce gabbana,
Vera Wang Perfanna ,
And Draws That Cost Dollars,
In The Spot Where The Fake Are Not Thought Of,
The Real A All Holla,
Whyle Poppen Our Collars,
Pourin’ Shots By The Cost Cuz We Ballers,
Stay Boss And You Gotta,
Respect What We Thought Of,
(Outro)
I Aint Fend,
Too Let This Sleep,
See A Group Load Of People Tryna Hate On Me Now,
Never Gonna Stop This Hear,
Wont None Of You Monsters Ever Bring Me Fear,
I Aint Bout To Stop This C’hear…
You Can Find Me Later This Year,
Grippin A Pen , Knockin’ A Page And Writin’ One,
Foot On A Stage, Mic In A Hand And Hypin’ Um,
And
That’s What You Call A Mother Uckin Rap….
-----End----
©2012 (P)Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap)
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