Season of Da` Vick

[Intro: Cappadonna] <br>Season of Da` Vick... <br><br>[Cappadonna] <br>Aiyo, Tim and `em, yeah Tim from Down South <br>Came to see what ya`ll niggas, was talkin` about <br>So yo, stop all the ego trippin` <br>Tim put the clip inside the automatic, four-fifth it <br>The analog rapper start riftin` <br>Tim maneuvered up closer like Scott Pippen <br>Look at the analog rappers eyes, water start drippin` <br>Two cherry head niggas on the side bitchin` <br>Three chicks walked across the street switchin` <br>You heard the crank of a car key in the ignition <br>Don` came around the block with the deep dish in <br>This kid ran right in front of my whip, I stop dippin` <br>Runnin` fast like in a flick, he start slippin` <br>I ducked down slowly cuz I heard shorts rippin` (bong bong) <br>Big Tim and `em from Down South was flippin` <br><br>[Interlude: Cappadonna] <br>Yo, yo, what the fuck is goin` on? <br>Season of Da` Vick, season of Da` Vick... <br>The streets is still watching... <br><br>[Cappadonna] <br>I`m a off the meat rack nigga, seat back nigga <br>You know my dog, too, he a heat pack nigga <br>Heat clap nigga, Wu-Tang Clan get the street back nigga <br>We came that liquor <br>Weed, digi and cars we just that particular <br>Put down ya darts it the extracurricular <br>Poppy Wardrobe King, I`m thinkin` bout stickin` ya <br>Wherever ya ho be at, I`mma stick my dick in her <br>Bust ya guns off if you love how I`m gettin` ya <br>Bump this shit in ya chromed out vehicular <br>Me and my force, we gettin` nothin` but redicular <br>Fuck Beans, none of ya`ll niggas can get with us <br><br>[Lounge Mode] <br>Yo, I smoke weed, hit broads and like brains <br>Like guns, like M-1s and nice change <br>When you see me, respect my jeans, respect my name <br>Lounge Lo, respect the Lo, respect the bang <br>See me in the street with the heat, respect my pain <br>Park Hill cats in the back, respect my gang <br>And I was brought up to, respect my elders <br>Respect Miss Martha and respect Miss Felder <br>A little kid, Mr. Big, respect the gig <br>Respect my moms and respect my kids <br>Cuz if you don`t, then I got to disrespect ya crib <br>And have me doin` hect`, come and tech ya wig <br>Now when I touchdown and bust down that dutch to smoke <br>`Cross the street in the two-seat with platinum spokes <br>Bandana on my wrists, but I ain`t claimin` no set <br>Got mad sets to lay without goin` for broke <br>I bust the heat, travel on the bust when I creep <br>Cop that yae shit and come down, I`m back on the street <br>Feelin` the vibe, fuckin` with Lounge, I`ll kill for five <br>And if you`se a bad boy, I`m killin` ya pride <br>Two in the five, push like eight in ya side <br>Stuff ya body in the truck and take ya ass for a ride, nigga <br><br>[Outro: Cappadonna] <br>Yo, yo, fuck is goin` on? <br>Season of Da` Vick, season of Da` Vick... <br>Season of Da` Vick, season of Da` Vick... <br>Yeah, muthafucka...