Dave Vs. US (Album Version|Explicit)

Yo momma went on moose

Our soldiers took 'em all

She pulled 'em in the street

That street said I smell feet

She wanna know if we can be together

Man even if it ain't gon' be forever

Well it can only be for one night

The only thing I ever loved in my life was the mic

Trust me it's somethin' bout the way I touch her

The way that I hold her the way I clutch her

She move a lot but that ain't s**t to me

Man I need that *****and that *****need me

And I ain't even talkin' bout r a p

Them other ladies be the same they no worry me

Uh

Sit back I spit that s**t that get better than

Make a veteran sit back

Cruisin' mic check one twos

And if y'all not us then that's why y'all losin'

Ate up no time to wake up

No masquerades n***a move the makeup

Just do it put the hop into it

And when y'all lose it don't blame the music

Half y'all fell in love with the w***e

The question is if you don't love her what you *****in' her for n***a

*****s the problem dog we mobbin'

The squad roll thicker than some hemoglobin

I'll scare y'all quicker than a mean ol' goblin

Ain't no bulls**t me and my amigos poppin'

Huh

We get started ain't gon' be no stoppin'

You gon' jump because it ain't gon' be no option

I'm totally contagious black rans the gauge ya language

Black thought aka Larry Davis

Huh

Got rhymes runnin' off the pages

Tighter than the bushes with the Saudi Arabians

Darker than a oil well sharp as a saber tooth tiger

Ridin' on a straight edge razor

You walk talkin' on a two way pager

'Til ya main thing gettin' me the captain saver

I hold black sly cuz I be the fan of the mic

Grip tight like is not gonna tear ya huh

The hip biatch she ain't ya diop

All that in a banana cognac diatch

Pony hair coat my boots is ostriach

Black ink back

Turn me up another ne otch huh

Young truck in this *****in' game

What a n***a is if he runnin' the game

I bring pain from the summer to sprang

Spit game get ya chick make her leave wit the game

Wanna talk a little s**t I'll make ya walk wit a cane

Got 'em half steppin' like they walk wit cane

Here I am r a w raw

Truck north introducin' y'all

The way I slang game make ya dame insane

I'm superman not clark kent to lois lane

I'm out for the paper y'all out for the fame

There's five left in your fifteen minutes of fame

I ain't got no problems bringin' drama to y'all

You'll never score like a punter runnin' with the ball

I squeeze mics 'til the cords is sore

It's truck north the man and the myth signin' off yo