Customer Always Right - Marco Polo, Copywrite

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Marco Polo

Copywrite

Goodfellas

This is C O P Y WRITE

The Get Busy Commitee

I had to take a hiatus from chiefing

Dilated eyes can’t even see

But they’re all that I got

Take it or leave em, I need em

Wake and bake in the evening

I don’t even

Take a break when I’m sleeping

I blaze an eighth when I’m eating

Its the point I kept on, till it was on point

Anoint thy Teflow

With this song he’s all taking it back, basically fact

The point, my best song;

I couldn’t say

My Day cause like Tommy Chong taking a nap

That joint got slept on

And since Port Authority dropped

Fans wanted more of the Cop

And Marco collabo, sure to be hot

Morbidly obese is how I roll a quarter of pot

Or was it more that I bought

I don’t know, I sorta forgot

Its no folklore myth

I used to smoke more spliffs

And choke more until my throats sore

Then I roll more stick-y ick-y

I smoke biggie, ya’ll wit me, now smoke wit me

A fifty, i’ll throw nifty, now get me a four phillys

I smoke like Redman, broke by headband, soaked like bedpan

Oh my dread man, broke like Stedman

Best ever, walking this exit

Weed got me talking dyslexic like.

Hook:

Uh huh Uh huh this where the chorus would go

But I dont even have more of the dro

So I’m not writing one

Huh, This where the chorus should go

But I dont even have more of the dro

So I’m not writing one

And uh, who cares if you don’t like it son

Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh Eh

No Chorus

No Chorus

No Chorus

No Chorus

No

Burning the kush

Had my brain turning to mush

I’m like God speaking to Moses

Burning the bush

Read Big’s biography and it was nice, however

When I read it backwards I liked it better

(He came back to life)

Big Pun, Biggie and Big L wish they never took big Ls

And were still well

So in memory of them I light a big L

Billboard charts, The Voice turns hearts of joy

Dark and void, till they get depressed

Play themselves and drop pills like Arkanoid

Can’t rip apart the boy, once I start the noise

If you can’t beat em, join em, but its hard to join

I write months of rhymes, ya’ll might want some lines

Ya’ll like bees, bite once and die

My freestyle spread quicker than rumors

Liquor consumers, never hung over, a blunt roller

Ya’ll sicker than tumors

And I like that seventies dro

This bong make me sit com like that 70s show, ya know

Um I dont have any more the weed so I’m not doing a hook

So sue me

I’m not doing a hook

I’m not doing a hook

I’m not doing a hook

I’m not doing one

I just did a hook actually, this is the hook, Marco check it

Thats the hook, see right now, this is the hook

If you party I probably party harder

Sorry the garbage you polly prolly

Gives you a worse buzz than an Army bar

And put em in a weed spot,

And hand me the fifth, least not of brandy

Please stop handing me it

I spilt soda, the coke was on me

I broke the bomb weed and smoked with Sean P

Spit sixteens and whats rapping the hot stuff

Be on molly like «whats hotter than hot stuff»

I jack your man for a half a gram

I’ll teach you how to stunt like Jackie Chan

I’m freaking out a blunt with hash in hand

In front of cops like in Amsterdam

Marco

Goodfellas

Sit back, light one up, do what you do

Ye uh huh, the get busy commitee

You know how we do

We rip every song.