Extra Dope

*Flow*
Da: da daaa Traphik...
Traphik: Young, Duece Flow!
I: like this It's. feels good don't, it Traphik?
Yea: man Flow
Elbee: Thrie on it 1 (Flow) Now

let me hear you say hey then, say ho Shortie,
get busy make, it dip low It's,
Flow yea, it's Kidd Flow but Now
we're all grown up So,
let's get poed up We,
can get throwed but, you gotta sip slow I,
ain't tryna see you throw up unless, it's your hands Or,
it's your deuce Or, it's your fist Or,
it's your 6(S) yea you we're in the b tch*(fresh) Now
lemme see you just bounce don't, it feel good Don't?
it got class Yet? it's still hood You,
gotta represent (represent) where you're from right I'm?
from the Gem City so, I'm dumb fly And,
I got the funk I, got the rythm I,
got the blues all, in my system I,
feel so alive cause, I got the soul So,
I gotta shine with, or without the gold Peace,
(to the east to, the west coast)...*From*
the east to, the west coast They,
all agree we're, extra dope 2 (PJ) I

give peace to the World Let,
me flow time, to grow Be,
successful and hope the World hopes Working,
towards better things so, I have those things better So,
those better things make things a little better Okay,
represent what you stand for A,
lot of undefined dummies don't know what they stand for I,
keep it real uh, yup tell, you how I feel I'm... Eating
artists on the low happy... meal Yeayaa, Feeling,
clever I'm? feeling good I,
was born in the jungle make, it if you could Because,
we seem so close but we're not near I,
bet you felt the same but, I never fear I,
make this music sound clearer for you bad ears So,
come on come, and stand up Hands,
up keep, it moving no, dance stuff And,
from the east to the west coast demand, us .

**
3 (Traphik) Now

extend your hand to the fam and dap me You,
know we go way back like, Grams and Pappi Back,
when that redbone was winking at me Before,
she did her hair and her strands was nappy I,
know my roots and they're so deep seeded Ice,
cold soul but, it's so reheated Kicks,
got stolen feeling, so defeated But,
I try to spread love because I know we need it Coast,
to coast LA, to Manhattan Clean,
on the scene I, don't need no napkin Pour,
me a coke and mix it with captain No,
time to wish I, just make it happen F,
ck*mistakes and my bad decisions Carry,
no hate you, dicks are all forgiven I,
just make music and hope that you listen Life,
is too short I'm, just trying to live it



Credits
Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Clark George David, Ricks Previn Millard
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