Bruce Lee (Lyrics)

INTRO:

Chyea, are you down with Zuby?

CHORUS:

Hustle all day that’s 22 discs, stack it all up that’s 22 chips
Hustle all night that’s 22 discs, add it all up that’s 22 grips
I’ma go bake like 22 hits, sell them next day that’s 22 flips
Girl right there she’s an absolute dish but her man right there he’s an absolute…
I don’t really care if you got 22 whips, I don’t really care if you got 22 chicks
I don’t really care if you got 22 clips, I don’t really care if you got 22 bricks
I don’t really care if you got 22 whips, I don’t really care if you got 22 chicks
I don’t really care if you got 22 clips (Ah, do you make hits like Bruce Lee kicks?!)

BRIDGE:

Chyea, chyea, chyea, yo!
Success is on my mind. Don’t live to see the sequel
I train to be the greatest so to me there is no equal
I’m always on the grind. Sparring could be lethal
Kicking butt and taking names and give those names to other people
Success is on my mind. Don’t live to see the sequel
I train to be the greatest so to me there is no equal
I’m always on the grind. Sparring could be lethal
Kicking butt and taking names and give those names to other people

VERSE:

Roll like a vet pro not where the rest go
I don’t ever spit flop Zuby got the best flow
Dope since the get go haters gotta let go
Zuby’s straight hip hop (but I kill techno)
Game like Tecmo call me Bo Jackson
High end fashion? I don’t do flashing
See me in a wife b, you can ask wifey
Tell you that I look good (oh I think she like me!)
But I won’t hit that cuz I know basics
And I know karma, first name basis
Everything you do, gonna come around
See em going up then you’ll see em coming down
Bridges get burned over big bucks man
Don’t waste life selling big drugs man
Feds are at your door it’s a big bust fam
Cuz your people gassed you up like the Dig Dug man
See me on the stage, never in the rave
Kill em with the dub then I put em in the grave
Gimme any beat, bet I blow em out the frame
Cuz they want to front on me but people know the name
Physical no pain, syllable propane
Lines get you high like spiritual cocaine
In between bars like criminals, OJ
Bringing it back like lyrical Rogaine
I was taught to strive in every endeavour
Try to dumb it down but I’m way too clever
People talk down but they can’t do better
Cuz I’m like like a bad pops you’re not seeing me ever
Ha ha, you ain’t seeing me, never
In, out, bank job flee the scene better
Strip through loose leaf, spit profusely
Rip like who he? Kick like Bruce Lee.

CHORUS

BRIDGE

Zuby

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