Letra de The Cure

Hook:
Don't miss the point in the lyrics, they get to stuntin' nice
I get it movin' on people when I begin to write
That's how it is, no fabrications, just how I live
I got the cure, oh baby I got the cure!
See, everywhere that I go
I see the people I know
They callin' fake tit, it is so sad
I've come to take back the world
One stroke when I die, I'm supposed
Don't worry 'bout the needle, you just relax...
Verse 1: Koshir
Real life, so I ain't flu flow
Cash money in the pocket, I get dough
White Girl superstar, I move hoes
Get it? It's simple, let my shinement show
When I say I'm gonna do it then I'm movin' it quick
Either fight and get money, or just doin' a bitch
I'm somethin' serious, like fuckin' on the period, 'sup
And since I'm always into everything, I'm Curious George
I ain't a man with a yellow hat, bitch boy, never that
Skinny tall stick nigga, shit, I can handle that
Wanna be the most, so I toast with the best of them
When I get the dough in the shows, I invent in them
Got silla and a town full of Chinamen
And when I get to breathin' my fire, you thinkin' I am zen
Be up in your body but fuck it, let's party
You got the Kosh, Underrated, and 1 Ton, you got me?
(Hook)
Verse 2: 1 Ton (Potluck)
I get my bros nice
And my shows hyped
This underground hip hop could use some soul, right?
I'm so tight, we're respect it when I punch the mic
No dice, you wanna bet, I'm like nothin' nice
Ten years, 1200s, 2000s
58s, full of 248s and four albums
The alpha and omega mozzarella cheese and the cheddar
Bottle up and doin' it, still gettin' better
Check the sound scans, and the source mags
We clutter 'round, hella high, haters so mad
It's so sad to see connects turn to douchebags
We holdin' hands and bakin' cakes, so what, just show hands (come on)
It's all great, we keep it movin' to the next town
The next goal, the next show, I got the next round
Royal flushers want them butts, I keep them West bound
So West side, the left side is how I gets down
(Hook)
Verse 3: Underrated (Potluck)
Yeah! It's Underrated on the track, yeah I'm back in this bitch
A maniac when I rap, they say I'm sicker than sick
I'm flippin' a bitch, but she got it on fly
I like my weed like my females, while standard is high
Puffer County in it, so you know how we get down
Got that fresh green weed, never hittin' the Chris Brown
Party like a superstar, stayin' this out
Never bust in a broad, when I bust it, I'm out
So key with it, so damn gifted
Flow like a pro, fashion knows when I'm lifted
Rather make beats to bang like East servin'
While you hatin', jack off like you're PeeWee Herman
Battle me 'cause your girlfriend wanna straddle me
Actin' like a little hoe, straight douchebagery
Potluck and Koshir are the new kids, everywhere that we go people know - we is
(Hook)