My Song Lyrics: Da Galant

Dj Ace Koromantyn
Dj Ace on the roll in da Galant (man),
Beats bangin on patrol in the Galant
Who’s dat? lookin so cold in the Galant, (damn!)
Breaking all the stigma getting what I want
Verse 1:
I remember when I came out press callin my name,
things done changed, tha best stallin my game,
So now its Dj Ace Koromantyn,
and it’s the money an the fame I’m wantin,
so i'm flauntin these words to show poetic skills,
in the third world but I still keep it real,
down in Jamaica drivin Japanese cars,
I never fake it when I’m dropping these bars,
been tough but I’m doin good so far,
smoke good, drink good, still feel like a star,
still thinkin bout stackin up dem gold bars,
an I still got a million parked in the garage,
never drunk in da club like a punk on drugs see,
I get krunk in a silver Mitsubishi,
windows down hope da cops don’t see me,
haters gone hope that the cops don’t free me!
Verse 2:
So whether you VR or you Super Saloonin,
Mivec in the car or you just honey-moonin,
So hot it got baby at da stoplight groomin,
smooth when I move it got ur girlfriend droolin,
I got Akon & T-Pain in tha deck,
an I’m bouncing like I’m workin out the pain in my neck,
goin so hard man I’m stainin the cheques,
damn, on the boulevard mean like a T-Rex,
you wanna be, I wanna be me too,
I wanna keep doin everything you see me do,
but its hard to keep yo head up when u livin in JA,
Still work hard still then fight to get paid,
Like Lil Wayne said I’m stuntin like ma daddy,
Exhaust free flow, you know I still got it…
Fools actin like I neva had it in the first place,
I’m here to say I woulda had it in the worst case!
Verse 3:
I don’t move if da money don’t move,
done grown up, nowadays I just cruise,
many fools wanna be steppin in my shoes,
you only getting one chance so please don’t lose it,
never mess wit mines I’ll be dumpin a slug
just like a turbine I be pumpin these drugs,
like the steel on a railroad, I’m layin it down,
Flipsyde got it locked so we layin da ground,
till the illest rapper that Jamaica ever seen,
on the front page I be in tha magazine,
tearin up da club watch da young girls screamin,
still got the baddest niggaz reppin ma team,
What’s ma name? I know u don’t give a damn,
but dat don’t stop me from makin these grands,
makin plans buyin lands overseas,
still drink Guinness an I still smoke trees.
© 2007 Paul Ustanny
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August 4th, 2008 - 00:19
Luv how U spittin dem rhymes ma brotha!