Barber Shop Lyrics
It's the barbershop, y'all know the rules
No fighting, no cussing, no cause and no Bloodin'
And sit yourself down and act like you got some sense
Now I step through the door in the flyest pair of Dunks
Quit lyin', you ain't seen these at Foot Locker, chump
And I ain't about to argue, shoot game with you punks
who don't know Air Jordan's from some Reebok Pumps
And out of twenty-three, thirteen was the hottest
If it's rare and it goes on your foot, then I got it
I'm that undefeated off of Brayer playin modest
While you runnin' up to eBay to empty out your pockets
Sock it, in the mouth if you don't wanna get clowned on
Metro-actin' cats gettin' frowned on, we sound on
everything from ball to y'alls women
Ballers up in here and they braggin' how they livin'
'Til they car get pulled, still at home with they mommy
Changin' faces, Bull City, there's where you find me
Gettin' a low-down from the nigga internet
You ain't done with my haircut, yet! I swear to God
Now if your fade is as tight as we is on the mic
Just got your whip clean and your kicks on tight
'Bout to pull the fliest chick you ever pulled in your life
Then you doin' what we doin' and you doin' it right
Hey yo Murs, it ain't all about a cut to me
Wanna go somewhere, catch some comedy
and get the low-down on the drama, B
This lil' dude showin out, "Who his mama be?!"
It's a lotta trash-talk "I dress better than him"
"Look better than them, you ain't got no style!"
Keep the pagers goin wild with my new-new joints
Caught a glimpse in the mirror, can't keep me on point
Finally made it to Midtown, walked in the Legend's Isle
Got one waitin', so I gotta go second
Checkin' it with Quan, cran and Goose
C-2 got his son in the shop runnin' loose
to set the slang straight, ya girl is ya cape
and if she's blowin' you out, then you gotta set her straight
Now everybody hate to wait, but it's so much fun
A buncha dudes chillin', no beef, no guns
Now my barber named Lester, he from the N-O
Best fades in LA if you, didn't know
Tighter than Jamie, in the Kanye video
Still freestyle and gettin' Gs' when I rip a show
Especially when it's in the scope, you know I'm gettin' low
Shout out to all my playas that be chillin' in the Mo'
Slim, you don't want it with him
Peel ya cap back to the fat meet with this pen
I been, in the chair, four bucks and some change
Can't keep takin' breaks, 'cause he wanna go eat
Then he start takin' breaks, 'cause he wanna go speak
I shoulda known better coulda went over to T, but
It's all gravy bread, put the money in his hand
Right now, got me cut like a new man
Caught up on my jokes, fashion to folks
who I ain't seen since the last time we spoke
(YEAH) Hey yo, 9th man, me and Murs we was in the Circuit City the other day, man
An, and-and then took me back to the barbershop
'cause I ask ya boy, I said "Yo man, is Chris-Chris ? here today, man? He workin'?
And y'know what this dude told me man?
You, you-you know what this dude told me, 9th? (What?!)
He was like, he was like, "Naw man, to-the-Canvas ain't here today"
Bah! BAH! BAH! Shout-out to my man Jermaine
First cut nigga! Nigga! Sorry Murs
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