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Artist:	Eightball
Song Title:	No Sellout
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f/ Koncrete

[Eightball]

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah nigga

Uh uh, yeah yeah

Eightball nigga, Koncrete nigga

Yeah yeah, uh

Yeah yeah

[Koncrete]

Spark the weed up turn the beat up let's get it popping

It's on we dropping that homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic

Flip shit rip shit quick bit sick with this shit here

Explicit content misfits fear now let's get this shit clear

This instant right here

Set it I bet it they won't forget it I wrote I edit

Call the paramedic

Said I meant it still in it to win it

From start to finish no gimmick

Got to give spinach ya timid

I'm rugged so fuck it I love it

Dogs we stay above it corrupted

From dawn to dusk so we can thug it (Naw)

To all my broken kinfolkin stressing keep on smoking

Nick and Slick, Tone and Mint gotta hit the grind again

Living dirty gots to get with it time to go and get it

8ways we represent it all my noggins is demented

Better watch them cars that's tinted you don't want to be up in it

Swish this tre like Hardaway send they soldiers far away

But I'm living on the corner got this hardened marijuana

Know it's wrong but fuck that leave me where the bucks at

Last year was hard this one looking even worser now

Chilled from the start but my anger got me colder now

Whatcha really gon' do round here

We stuck like Chuck and we can't get out

On the block and I'ma sell them rocks

Rock come through and we got to open up shop

(Yeah Koncrete Eightball like this right here)

Yeah yeah that's how we do it nigga

[Chorus: 4x]

When I open up my mouth you can hear the south

Packing guns stacking funds fuck selling out

[Eightball]

I got my nigga's with me

You got a problem with something

I say then come get me

I'm in a southern city sipping on some cold Remy

At the club looking at girls with big ass and titties

The instrumental that you hearing came from Frank Nitti

We do it big keep it gangsta got to stay gritty

We on the rise real fast like gas prices

The industry is bland so we came to add spices

Heat it up beat it up thugs treat it up

Transform it into something that's complete with us

You didn't know I run with killers on a regular

Conceal weapons rhyme skill is spectacular

Little Nicky got my back baby bear witness

Get past him and you gonna have to deal with Tony Dimples

Deon and Mint Green make it seem so simple

8ways representing making other crews cripple

You know I, you know I.. I..

[Chorus: 4x]

[Koncrete]

We rugged like cave-dwellers them haters be way jealous

They speaking that haterism you need to behave fellas

We banging fo' sho now you'd think we be slow now

Them 'Bama boys ripping hard we make you say oh now

I never come synthetic the lyrical diabetic

You should be apologetic for spittin shit so pathetic

So roll up the marijuana we hotter than Arizona

Don't make Lil' Man put it on ya

You sweating me like a sauna

My nigga get real with it from here to Mobile with it

We showing y'all still with it so nigga just deal with it

Koncrete and the Fat Mack we sip on that cognac

So let's get this platinum plaque so we can watch paper stack

I be that nigga from the 'Bama 'Bama got plenty of monogrammar

Call me yo pussy-rammer dumping dick in yo mamma-jamma

Pose for that camera cat be sweeter than Tropicana

All for the fashion but I be like yo fuck the glamour

My country grammar have bitches come out of pajama

But not the shady one that get you throwed off in the slammer

Me and my fama out there dirty be actin nutty with ?Buddy?

Keeping it smutty even the ?butty cut it what?

Busters ain't wonder what they facing

Niggas got them thoughts that longer than tele-communications

Wait for the ?room of incubrations?

Slab we be blazing spitting that southern incantations

[Chorus: 4x]

[Eightball]

When I open up my... Damn hold up is that it?

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