Smooth Sailin' by Roscoe
Now I'm so high, and I'm so fly My kids on deck, and my beard ain't grow yet I'm so on point; I'm so on one This is how we do here in phillafornia Young scoe Mack, toe back The one ya'll love to blow back I'll got five fingers, it ain't no riddle By the only one showing is the one in the middle Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the dog Going at it over kittle out in the back yard I drink yak hard, ya'll ack hard Now I gotta touch up like a Mack card Everybody packing a strap or spark But don't everybody wanna strap or spawl I'm ol' school with it, no tool with it Head up til we feed up that's all Smooth sailin'
You know you got me moving I'll know you feel my music I'll show my gs in fluids, All I do is spits fluids I'm rolling, dipping, smashing I'm throwing young assassin I'm growing up will fast and All I know is flow and rappin' They call me young roscoe the Philly fanatic Silly sporadic, dippin in traffic, grippin the matic Sharp as a guillotine, still a teen The California sun just beaming as I lean Pull out my cigarettes feigning for nicotine Straight of the Philly scene, Made for the silver screen And I beam, my foot on the gasoline Tell me I ain't the fliest M.C's you seen And it's all smooth sailin'
Y. A. I Blaze Step to us you get five days I got four homies ain't none of them simple Scold dizzle, known to make the microphone sizzle Too many women after the Mack I'm ma just kick one (What's Up) We smash in my momma 'lac Accurate with a maculate bash, The cake masher Def Jeff let me borrow the keys The great master Young and I'm buck wild label as a luck child Running them up wild laying hell of cuts now I get the clubs shut down with this thug style I puff clouds and touch crowds what now Sick rhymes strict nines running thru my bloodline Pedal to the