Bakin Soda In Minnesota lyrics

52 carat blue diamond

Rhymin`, interior designin`, grindin`

You can shake cheddar like me on the mic

Hit your point, hold your money when you`re rollin` the dice, baby

Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn

Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga

Check it homie get good with me

If just i can find your hood again

Who is that in the car? yo couldn`t be

All the way out here, yeah Nicki t

Russian, get the weed sparked

Get the party started

And watch yo back fo the shark

Nigga cold-hearted



We got bakin soda

All the way down in minnesota

We got bakin soda

Down in minnesota



I got a fetish for Adidas, boss

But I betcha don`t know what my Fila`s cost, do ya

On chew, like dem baby pit bulls

And ain`t no way you can touch my....cool

The 12th floor at the Marriot

You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot

Fetti

I sit alone when the mic`s on

With Tyson every time that the fight`s on, kill `em

I remember rhymes used to ride with nets

Flight at the midnight high with jets

You know Al Capone stretched tryi` to save the sets

And I`m teflon down, t shirts and gats

Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore

Rhymes you can buy at the candy store

You know who I am, I`m like credit card scam

Hot like tofu, greens and yams

Extra-curricula, netting that riddicula

Hit the cloud like the bear or the fiddila

Shouldn`ve lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya

Now i got to get rid of ya



We got bakin soda

All the way down in minnesota

We got bakin soda

Down in minnesota



I told my mom somethin` that made her cry

Looked her in the eye and said rappers don`t die

We not gonna have an` tour, but we gon get by

So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin`

Now put the rhyme on a triple beam

Now rock it up, and chop it up,

And try to grind into triple cream

Don`t get caught with the same scheme

Meaning don`t get caught with the same thing, King

It`s like you got to be bald

Cuz hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far

I think they mad when I ticks them off

But I`m a hyena so i got to laugh and break some off



The hot wax that`s real fatal

Sup`d up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable

They say Gretta`s got a new baretta

And he`ll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter, foreva

I hit the night like stormy weather

And if you brag about your freak, i`mma say mine`s way better

I rotate like the hands of a clock

And find ways to make my rap beat all on your block

You better knock on the door tiga

And lay them all on the floor tiga

Cuz i think they want more tiga

I blow em out like a flat tire

And hit the weed for Richard Pryor

Then call em all straight liars

The corks in me like the tail of a fox

So get the grease hot, nigga

Or your tigaz`ll be caught
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