Letra Dolla Linkin Park

Dolla

Yah
Like that y'all
Uh huh
Like...that
Fort minor, sob
Yah
Like this..listen

Mike- attention please
I only need a second
To make a mental impression directly on any record so
Gimme space to move, room to prove i'm stupid with the p's and q's
Ladies and gentlemen i'm sendin' you bendin'
Pretendin' the pen is a needle i'm injectin' the venom
And i'll be damned if i let another man get to me
I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry
I'm back with fury attack quickly
Sick with a bic pen all up in your shit man
Ya never knew the flow was sick as this (bitch listen)
And now i'm lettin' you know
Gotta grip on these tracks
That you wish you got
Gotta clique full of assholes, i kid you not
So when that mixtape's done and that album drops
Ryu and tak and me got it loaded and locked
Believe it

Ryu- you still breathin'? i'm cockin' and squeezin'
( ? ) nope, i don't give a fuck who sees it
Broad days sittin' sideways
Stuffed in a small cave for three fuckin' weeks 'til you reek like dog waste
Really, i put a punk in his place
Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face
Got somethin' to say? please. better keep it a secret
The streets got hideous ways of handin' him beef bits
So eat shit, hate it or love it
The underdogs on top
Gettin' faded tellin' people to suck it
Buckin' 'em down for real while you fuckin' around
I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills
So how does it feel?
You maynes wanna claim my throne
You got a better chance gettin
Danny hayes on the phone
Good luck. i flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy
Sneakin' heat up in the club like a flask of whisky

Tak- i'm here to crack the roof in
You got a nice watch, but your raps are useless
You better cut the crap 'fore i snap some nooses
And leave you ( ? ) losin' on some afternoon sheee-it
I hit the streets with a (cake and batter?) for fun
Just to spit bleach in his face
It's lunchtime punk, open the face
Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth
Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode
Like angels and demons unlockin' davinci's code
One drop in the (cannister?) people split the globe
Blowin' every planet to shit once i hit the road
You in the tight bitch, cut you with apathy
I'm on the night shift see i hustle like cassidy
So kick that shit sound and let the west coast see
One of the illest mayne
Ribkat from sob