#WARNINGSHOTS
We at Vintage
would like to thank you
for allowing us if but for one second
to chill up in your ear...
With the hopes that we may do that shit
again...and again...and again...
(Verse 1)
For the most part I flow like Mozart reincarnated
Peep the flavor demonstrated
You will experience the full effect of love and
respect for the art form
Leavin' the the stage entirely wet
Drippin' with sweat
Behind me you will see many wanna be G's
steadily frontin' like they squeeze
We holla nigga please
We twist up our grill
Proving ya whole click was made of Cottonelle
and I can tell when crews ain't rockin' well
No style or swag to make pockets swell
If ya whole image was based on theoretics
then you're live in theory and that shit's pathetic
Don't let it or ya mouth write a check that
your behind could never cash
See I'm ready to blast with the (sound)
Rugged or smooth love it or move
it's Vintage nigga we got nothin' to prove
(Refrain)
Yo, I walk like talk like no one in the game
Vintage is all up in da building
Yo, I walk like talk like no one in the game
Araab muzik is in da building
Yo, I walk like talk like no one in the game
Cleveland is in the building
Yo, I walk like talk like no one in the game
Fuck around and tear his grill of the frame
(Verse 2)
Nothin' but lucrative thoughts up in my plain
I'm the type to go against the grain
Must I explain
I know you nigga I hear you all the time
Talkin' 'bout ya cars and money in er'y rhyme
You jock the same bitch nigga fa his career
and you a man only when the pistol's near
So I'm screamin' out listen hear
Tryna make myself crystal clear
We move weight for the fiscal year
We talkin' CD's while you think keys ease off
DJ Todd will make'em freeze defrost
Change the level of the vibe we toss
So my style won't be full of teeth marks
We start parties
just by openin' fifths of Bacardi
or spinnin' La di dadi
or ya boy hoppin' up out that Bugatti
or dimes blessin' a God to caress he body
(Refrain)
Yo', I walk like talk like no one in the game
Yo', I walk like talk like no one in the game
Yo', I walk like talk like no one in the game
Yo', I walk like talk like no one in the game
Fuck around and tear his grill off the frame
#STYLENUMBERONE
Just bounce rock bounce
Just bounce rock bounce
Bring it back bring it back whoa
(Verse 1)
Normally I chill in the air
But if we talkin' paper I'm there
Not often my feet touch the ground
My crib is somewhere off in da clouds
We got a chance of a million to one
I'm lovin' the odds that's why we killin'em son
Come run wit da Gods shorts we be givin'em none
Das why hunnies fuckin' the one
Really
Now hold it pimpin'
He gon' see hip-hop is my beyotch
and see why we hot
and er'thang a nigga spit-o-make ya body rock
and Vintage is about to out the game on lock
Whoa
(Break)
Shot out to DJ Todd
My name is Nick Fury
and we are Vintage
(Verse 2)
Whoa
I'm all up in the game
I wasn't invited so I'm outta my lane
We wreckin' Ferrari's make a nigga flinch
See a quarter mill pushed wit no sense
Ball the whole game rock wit no bench
Take back what's ours nigga you rent
How a playa posta sound
You can open up shop we gon' shut shit down
Slow ya roll watch ya mouth
Bring the bitch out a nigga
when the glocks come out (sound)
Straighten up ya grill hatin' us is real
make a buster feel all type of inadequate
When we talk swag no you never had da shit
If we talk pimpin' you can bring ya baddest bitch
See Ohio bringin' that classic shit
It's Cleveland babybaby
#WHATMORECANISAY
You are now listening to the most versatile voice in music pimpin
Please allow me to do me
It's Vintage baby
(Verse 1)
Somethin' fly happens when the keys hit the
Ignition
I can tell simply from the purr of the engine
or the way my words swurve an opinion
The drug is when a rap fan analyze my words
in the kitchen
My lyrics meet a beat and they instantly
French kissin'
Pullin' out the condom she was wet and dripping
She was stressed wit livin'
She was blessed wit wisdom
She wants me to keep her comin' boo listen
(Refrain)
What more can I say
I walked in the door noticed you from afar
Fightin' off niggas isle pimpin' at the bar
You ain't even trippin' on ya boy bein' a star
What more can I say
Na Na Now imma dick you down like the dime
you are and you can ride my mouth like
quarter million dollar cars
(Verse 2)
Her grill is sayin' don't stop get it get it
Keep usin' ya tizungue girlfriend is sprizung
More than a million miles away from bein' fiction
Is he talkin' 'bout sex or is this nigga trippin'
Boo you inspire me to take you higher than
a G5 whatever we ridin' in we fly
Remember when I used to tell dem haters
wait and see
Now we penthouse wit da elevator keys
(Refrain 2)
What more can I say
(Shit talkin')
What more can I say
(More shit talkin')
(Verse 3)
Her body talkin' her Nahni was whisperin'
I'm focused on the stroke but baby I'm listenin'
Both pair of lips was tellin' me "oh yeah"
She was bitin' her bottom lip sayin' "right there"
Now I don't wanna get da picture all distorted
But she was wetter than the seas Moses parted
Everything her body sayin' to me I concur
I'm just tyna touch every inch inside of her
Whoa
(Verse 3)
What more can I say
I walked in the door noticed you from afar
Fightin' off niggas isle pimpin' at the bar
You ain't even trippin' on ya boy bein' a star
What more can I say
Na Na Now imma dick you down like the dime
you are and you can ride my mouth like
quarter million dollar cars
(Serious shit talkin')
#JUSTBECAUSE
(Verse 1)
The rain falls from the Stratus
and it kissed the skin of the cats who's the
baddest
Callin' my tracks obese cuz they da fattest
Feelin' like a star when the paparazzi
shootin' at us
No Kevlar is needed we da best here
We a fuckin' breath of fresh air
Pay homage to the pioneers who came before me
and piss on my contemporaries slowly
And we ain't even tryna chase da fame
Hear the flow one time and know the fuckin' name
Praise to the Goddess and the God
and the personnel of this live ass squad
(Refrain)
Just because just because just because I can
Just because just because I can
(Verse 2)
I wonder if Malik El Shabazz was alive
Would I be leading his class wit da vibe
I literally put foot in niggas ass wit da rhyme
So if you wanna piece of mua nigga stand in line
The Midwest is on elevators sugar
Leave rappin' alone and stick to eatin' boogers
You can dissect the flow til you die
Sew wings to ya ass still not be as fly
Seems like my songs give birth
to 40 haters wit every verse for what it's
worth
I pledge allegiance to Vintage forever
If you know like I know get yo' shit together unh
(Refrain)
Just because just because just because I can
Just because just because I can
(Verse 3)
We used to knock at the door and it was
sickenin'
Now we like fuck it kick dat bitch in
Todd gives me dem.samples and I do thangs
I was local but Vintage gave me a new range
Now das a double ententra for real
Showin' niggas that I'm the bomb wit da skills
My flow is like Chris Paul wit da pill
and we be trippin' throwin' oops to B. Griffin
or D. Jordan cuz we sportn'
a style that's bound to get ya boy a fortune
If we in yo' town just know ya boy is scorchin'
Talkin' my shit until the party's open
(Refrain)
Just because just because just because I can
Just because just because I
Just because just because just because I can
Just because just because I can
