Children of the Corn – Stretch and Bobbito ’96 Freestyle (C.O.C. Style) Lyrics

Stretch and Bobbito ’96 Freestyle (C.O.C. Style) – Children of the Corn Lyrics

Can I get my sneakers back?

This is the Stretch Armstrong Show

DJ Eclipse on the wheels

My man Big L, what's up baby?

Yeah what up, what up, what up?

Just chillin' and shit

Aight, brought a couple of your heads down

Yeah, yeah

As usual

No doubt

My man Gruff ain't show up though, you know what I'm sayin'?

Big up to Gruff, Mike Boogie, Trooper J, Thadius

You know what I'm sayin'? Next time, make it, word up

What happened? They—they missin' in action?

Yeah, they missin' in action, word up

But I still brought the Harlem Dynasty here

Word up, we're gon' do it

The Harlem Dynasty?

Yeah

Children of the Corn, COC

Children of the Corn

Yeah, yeah

8 Iz Enuff

No doubt

Might have to do another write up in Rap Pages about this one

Yeah, yeah

Last one was classic, man

Yeah we got some shit, we got some shit—

Last one was classic

Oh yeah, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt

Last one was a classic

Aight, word up

And then you brought up Jay-Z

Yeah, yeah

You know you had some classic—yeah, classic—

Well, this is a classic night actually anyway because (Aight) if you didn't hear before, this our last broadcast out of—out of Ferris Booth Hall, we're movin' to Riverside Church next week

Aight

So, uh, actually we're not gonna be havin' guests for a while, so (Aight) we're gonna try and go out of this building with a bang

No doubt, no doubt

So without further ado, I don't really wanna talk too much

'Cause I know the microphone (Yeah, yeah) is on

Aight

And that's my word is bond

Yeah, yeah, yeah we gon' drop some shit like this

Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out

Big L

Yo check it

Yo check it yo here's another smooth song, so get your groove on

Violate or try to fake jack and you’ll get moved on

Peace to all my niggas with the thousand dollar jewels on

Pushing rides with four lift minks with gator shoes on

I am known for rockin tours, picture me moppin floors

Only fuck with keys and not the kind that be locking doors

The type of nigga that be gaming your freaks

While you out working hard, I'm putting stains in your sheets

Exportin Coogi and Gucci, that's my duty

Fuck a big booty groupie

Need a fruity, cutie hoochie with lots of loot G

This goes out to my niggas uptown, downtown, midtown across town and out of town

I be the mic horker, rap enforcer

Native New Yorker, slick talker, beat walker stalker

You remember me, when I put it on with the Kid Capri

Mr. MVP is back to take over the industry (Big L)

My cash flow don't get low it just increase

Who ever try to take mines a rest in peace

I keep a stoned look, peace to every known crook

Not those who go to jail and can't hold their own and come home shook

On 139 & Lenox niggas are bananas, we got bad manners

Cops can't stand us, that's why they try to jam us

But I hate jakes they mad cause I make papes

I am large like the great lakes, with drug spots in eight states

I'm chilling makin sure this money is right

Sippin Sunny Delight, hitting every honey in site

And I wanna smoke Pataki and Rudolph Gulie like a wooley

I keep a tooley for any moody who act fooley

What I recite be taking hours to write

So if you bite, just tell your man what type of flowers you like

So Bloodshed, ayo my, mellow my nigga

Get on the mic and pull the MC trigger

Yo bloods out for president when I roll threw your residence

Your hesitant is it because you know I represent

Harlem, USA nigga ain't nothin to say or do

Fuck around, I'll slay your crew

Your baby, boo and maybe you

'Cause we dismiss crews

Me and these six dudes

Front and I'll leave your clique bruised

And take your thick jewels straight to the pawn shop

My dome just blast like a bomb dropped

My niggas I ran through

With niggas I ain't

And niggas I planned to

That's word to Gran du', bitch

I'll leave you broke-r than a faggot's wrist

I'll leave your maggot twist

And send you to a maggot-tress

To get your maggot fixed

So if, niggas wanna bring the drama on

Killa and Blood the best duo since Ralph Sampson and Olajuwon

In the 600 with mo-mos

Blunted friends with .44s

Po-pos pullin' a nigga over like they loco

Maybe it's just my time, horse

Or is it just 'cause I'm the crime boss

And swines is mad, 'cause every dime costs

Blood's the bad influence that you proud of (WOOO)

Wettin' niggas up like showers

Sellin' crack, smack and powders (yeah)

Jewels gigantic; ice flooded like the Titanic

Cash expandin', flashin' four grand and stash it in ceramic

And keep it in my crime family

Glaciars of ice 'cause life ain't nothin' but papers and dice and frontin'

I used to profit slower-ly (OH)

Niggas ain't know of me

Plus, none of the older Gs

Ever thought I would grow to be

The cash gettin', math flippin'

Soakin' in a bath while ass strippin'

Gettin' blast' thinkin' of past victims (Rochelle)

I know it ain't hard to see, sonny

This nino, inside the 320

Killa, new jacks and G money

Mase Murda on my left

Yeah, turn me up

Turn me up

What you gonna do? Kill this shit to fuckin' death

Turn me up, Bobbito

Yo, turn me up

There's a knob right underneath the table

Yo, turn me up, yo I'm about to flow

Yeah, turn me up, yo

Ayo, fuck wearin' the fly shit Versace wear (Versace wear)

Real niggas dress in Guess; that's who got me here

And in the summer I drink a Perrier

Listen in Mary J, even when it's a heatwave

We still smoke erryday (erryday)

Sit with men

Puff a spliff and then

Start to visionin'

Me wearin' ice, the Rollie watch is made in Switzerland

My migo chicko tryna see mo' c-notes

So when he go, his kids have cheddar like Doritos

Be set, every month they can see cheques

My niggas; them even fuck with a GS3 Lex (yeah)

Yo, I'm tryna see Harlem become a dynasty (Dynasty)

So my clique can shine with me (shine with me)

Should Jahova come and say a time for me (what)

Crew fair, but I won't be around for New Year

So I chill, without a deal, still rock the Wu Wear

And do whatever, to help Harlem have they rulin' era

And have the loot forever

Drivin' six coupes and better (Murda Mase)

Hard to hit; got a garage full of whips (Yeah)

Large and rich like them cats from The Godfather flicks (THE GODFATHER FLICKS, WHAT)

I make dough

Stay low

Take those

Ados (ADOS)

For yayo (WHAT)

Pace those (THOSE)

Cados (WHAT)

We pay rolls (WOOO)

My shortie; Audrey had the mean 740 (740)

The more we had a orgy

Want to leave her husband for me (FOR ME)

I make the cash (CASH)

Put it straight in the stash (STASH)

Never smoke laced hash

And wonder eight and a half (EIGHT AND A HALF)

I know some short hoes that snort Os in them porthole

And sport gold with more ice than the North Pole (THAN THE NORTH POLE)

So hand them chips to Norge management

I got plans to get the land and the 6

Mecca to the floor like no man you met before

Sexin' you raw like hoes from Ecuador

My bitch be the bomb

With the wits and charm

Slip a mickey in your don for fuckin' with Nicky Barnes (WITH NICKY BARNES, NIGGA)

We sold bricks, dough or flip, we hold chips

Rock gold and glitz on the Motorola flip

Even my daughter, wanna be my Kim Porter

Spendin' cheese like water

Whippin' 3 and a quarter (WHIPPIN' 3 AND A QUARTER)

The whole shabang

You know how Mase be doin' game

Gettin' head from bitches and don't even know they name (you know what time it is nigga)

I know cats

That hold plaques

Their gold ak'

Got stole back

By low jack (BY LOW JACK)

Them niggas ain't never gettin' dough back (FUCK 'EM NIGGA)

And if you was upstate in the greenies, you probably seen me

I'm Murda aka Mr. Mussolini

So Killa Kam, you know my mellow, my nigga (my nigga)

Just get on the mic and squeeze the emcee trigger BLAOW!

Let me stop this real quick before I even, rhyme you knowhatimsayin?

Word to mother, b

Nobody could really even fuck with us, b

I'm Killa Kam muthafucka

From the East side

My way uptown, peace, shoutout to my man Jesus

My man Letho, these whole C.O.C. niggas, you knowhatimsayin?

And I'm about to drop some real shit for y'all niggas, b

And I'mma tell y'all niggas just like this

Check it out

Check it like this

Yo, these girls got me laughin'

Out here actin' like they gassin'

But we make cash then, stash our muchalo

Some do follow, but they hollow

It's about today; fuck tomorrow

And I ain't got no sorrow

For these snitches

Only thugs guardin' these riches

My mouth fuckin' new RnB bitches

I know at least 3 chicks

I get for they G bricks

Turn they little ass out, shine on they remix

Drivin' in they V6, all decked out

Missin' all they shows 'cause I got 'em stressed out

And I'm tryna duck a 2-6, from boostin' bricks

And loot for tricks? Ayo, you got to be stupid bitch

They the ones we get for cash

Dick & dash; stick & pass

Can't count how many chicks I've gassed

They be like "Cam, propose to me!"

Woah, it's me, I ain't dreamin' that they close to me

Masturbatin' to Jodeci

But soon as I get her; hit her, split her

When ass shine like glitter; KY inside the shitter

And they want the dick, give 'em a taste so they squirm

Leave 'em Mase so they learn, with a face full of sperm

And I lick the clitty, not the shitty (HAHAHAHA)

But quickly, get busy

Not too picky, don't got to be jiggy

Just buy a fifty and I'll fuck a hoe 'til she cum

Now she try to act high like she don't know what she done

Now she got amnesia, but you know how that honey goes

Don't sweat it nigga, laugh at them funny hoes! (HAHAHAHA)

'Cause I let they mother know, "I ain't they lover tho"

Soon as I bust a nut, I'm on the phone with another hoe

You knowhatimsayin?

That's how we do that shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Turn me up a little Bobbito

Turn me up a little bit

Yeah, turn my man Beef up

This Beef Tha Thief

There's a knob- there's a knob underneath the- the table

You knowhatimsayin?

C.O.C. niggas

Uptown niggas

1, 2

What nigga?!

Big L!

What niggas?!

What nigga?!

Niggas can't fuck with us, Beef

Drop that shit, baby

Drop that shit, baby

1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2

Drop that shit, baby

Drop that shit, baby

This Beef Tha Thief from B.B.O

Word up

Word up

Check it, check it

Rhyme again after this too, word up

Yeah check it

Yeah, yo, yeah

It all started as a drug game

I used to mug for fame

And put slugs in dames

To get my thuggin' name

And so I started snipin' fast

When niggas see me, they get hype and dash (WHAT)

Because I'm out to get some type of cash (AIIGHT)

And yo I want to see my cashflow

In this ghetto you gotta last, yo

I watch my hash grow

So I can stash dough

And if a nigga wanna start with me

He know he don't want no parts of me

I'll bring my squad with me

And slit your arteries (YEAH)

I only puff the spliff for stress

When I blast my Smith-N-Wess'

Riff and get blessed

Stay lifted from the sess, nigga

While my peoples sellin' weed and drugs

I defeated thugs

With heat and slugs

If a nigga front, I greet his mug (YEAH)

In fact, I keep a hundred hoes

And I only run with those

With thunder blows

Hidden in they underclothes, nigga

And niggas know I roll with Murda Mase

We known to hurt and waste

Alert your race

And when we do; desert the place

Now they got my ass in bars (What?)

With 50 little slashin' scars (SCARS)

It was for dimes, plus the cash in cars (YEAH)

If you pose a threat and flee

You better be in my pedigree (PEDIGREE)

Or on the floor's where your head'll be (HEAD'LL BE)

Me and my peeps just sold in streets and holdin' heats (HEATS)

We rollin' deep (DEEP)

In Lexus Coupes and stolen Jeeps, check it (JEEPS)

Most niggas let off the pounds and Glocks

Cops hear the sounds of shots

Surround the block

Controllin' shit around the clock

And I'mma keep peelin' guns

Until I'm feelin' funds

And once the deal is done

I'm guarunteed to be four-wheelin' son

And it's my dream, black

To see my team stack

By sellin' fiends cracks

To get the green back

And push the mean aks

And the word I give

Is not conservative

Growin' up a urban kid

I realised we need the herb to live

And be in trouble use

We let a couple loose

From the double-deuce (DOUBLE-DEUCE)

Leavin' shells and feathers from your bubble goose

Stay on the low yo 'cause po-po

Be actin' loco and robo that's why I keep the .44

Yeah, Beef Tha Thief from B.B.O

Yeah, you knowhatimsayin?

Yo fuck this, this Killa Kam again

Yeah

B.B.O. Enterprises

You knowhatimsayin?

Fuck that

No doubt

I'm about to rhyme again nigga

C.O.C. nigga, C.O.C. nigga

And this Killa Kam

I'm about to tell you how this shit go down, baby

One more time

Now check it

I went to Texas; lethal

Caught wreck with people

Who have been checked and infected with evil (KAM HIT HER)

Cherished regal, favourite bird; Desert Eagle

Killa slices, colder than ISIS; one of the trifest (NICEST)

Hype as the shysters, y'all run like mices in a crisis

You never hear nobody did me in

I be in Lebannon with the Libyans (what)

Islands that's Carribean (yeah)

I ain't no fuckin' Shabba y'all

I got money piles tall

Sellin' big, thousand all

Crack, smack, Tylenol

'Cause all I got is fat options

On 31's is what I wrap rocks in (WRAP ROCKS IN)

In '89 when I was slapboxing (SLAPBOXING)

Now blocks; I'm padlockin' (PADLOCKIN')

And gat cockin', and cap poppin'

Doin' drive-bys out the black Datsun (BLACK DATSUN)

I ain't little, but viscious

Guns; no misses

Ya feel me, kisses and wishes (*MWAH*)

'Fore I break you up like dishes (BREAK 'EM DOWN KILLA)

Fuck the bosses

My force is and toss is (WHAT)

To kill all your sources (WHAT)

Y'all niggas best be cautious (YEAH)

No losses, my fortress

Is Jaguars and Porsches (KILLA KAM WHAT!)

Ride the OTB to check my money on the horses (uh)

My office is flawless (C.O.C. nigga)

My block; one of the broadest

Off the main attraction for them whiney-ass tourists

But I torches and scorches

Without no remorses

Leave they bloody body to be found in Mount Morris

Harlem leave 'em scoreless

I'll shoot ya bitch and leave you broad-less

So if you want, we can start the static like a cordless (Yeah nigga)

Niggas that got me through tho

You know uptown my Papi Chulos

'84 they used to rock Menudo (WHAT)

Up in they sight where they be startin' them fights

And them Dominican Republic known as Washington Heights

'Til you guard and you're fright'

That's where they slam the cops (EASTSIDE NIGGA)

Grand from Pap'; my fam would spot (WHAT)

Helped me get the rocks; hundred grams we copped (WOOOOO)

So here; we demand our props

Handle blocks, never shammed no shots

Scammed they blocks for they whole fifty grand and knots

Nobody runs my '5-0 and run' time

From gun crimes 'cause scum dimes

Lay low 'til the sun shine

Ain't tryna be no suspect

From when me and Gruff met

We tough decks and bluff sets

That thought they was roughnecks

So further your car, you won't get far; pop my trunk faster

Don't make me Flex on you ghetto style like Funkmaster

Yeah nigga

Yo, you know me

I be O-T low-key (LOW-KEY)

Icy Rollie, puff on the oz. (MURDA, WHAT MURDA)

Icy Rolex, fuck it (YEAH)

I'mma bring it from the top

Yeah nigga, we gon' drop

Just like

{Men vs. Many beat drops in}

Fuck that, gimme anything (anything)

We can drop anything (yeah, we gon' drop)

Anything, yo

Ayo, I represent them niggas that be doggin' them tricks (TRICKS)

So if you's a real man, don't be hoggin' yo bitch (YO BITCH)

Get the sex, (SEX) then kick her out like your ex (YOUR EX)

She wouldn't fuck wit' you if you didn't have the Lex' (DIDN'T HAVE THE LEX')

It make no sense how hoes lamp gettin' bent (BENT)

Fuckin' in the house where they man pay the rent (PAY THE RENT)

So if you got sexy hoe, let her go, you never know (YOU NEVER KNOW)

For the cheddar, yo, she might be givin' head for dough (WOOO)

I flip stacks and get that, big black '96 ak ('96 AK)

Then go to my ex' house and ask for all my shit back (ASK FOR ALL MY SHIT BACK)

You used to mean a lot

I gave you cream to shop

Bought you everything you got

From yo jeans to the watch (WOOO)

I even let the bitch whip the beamer out the lot

And now it's all over, want my things in the box (BOX)

You think you're so slick, but I see through y'all

That's why I tell my man Kam to bring the U-Haul (BRING THE U-HAUL, I GOTCHU)

Who need you? (NEED YA?)

Y'all don't need me, I don't need you neither (FUCK HER)

That's why my next Lex' gon' be a two-seater (GON' BE A TWO-SEATER)

Shit I used to do for you

Had you lookin' beautiful

But now you sayin' fuck me

So now I'm feelin' mutual (yeah)

How you expect me to respect you

When you in the club lookin' sexual

Doin' shit my ex do (yeah)

You know I peeped ya

All you do is smoke reefer (SMOKE REEFER)

When I go O-T, you always blowin' up my beeper (FUCK THAT BITCH)

I'mma be the King

Have my only Queen

On the beach, in g-string

Lettin' niggas see things

We ain't together (TOGETHER)

Don't worry about who's seein' my cheddar

You never call to see how I'm doin'

You worried about who I'm screwin' (FUCK THAT BITCH)

You thought you dissed me, but you got dissed in the end

Now I'm twistin' your friends and drivin' the biggest Benz

Since the day I left you always stayed in debt

Now you got to save your cheques just to get a Avirex (HAHAHA BUM BITCH)

Do it all? Yo, I'mma still go to the mall

And trick on another chick to show you I don't love you bitch

Yo, we's about to rush this (uh)

Cats out for justice (what)

Cracks; yeah we crush this

Gats; yeah we bust this

You got me, I'm every bodiqua's papi

Without the Versace

Girls still clock me

And watch me

5-0; always tryna knock me, they lock me

But they know that they can't stop me

Perfect-y, check me

Rollin' in a sexy, 400 SE jet-black Lexy

Edible

Sex-able

Runnin' from these federals

Catch me; they never will

Kam too incredible, respectable

Pad locked

Dead cops

Mad rocks

From mad blocks

Gat-cocked

Now we get mad props

Treamy

White girl's sayin' that I'm dreamy

In they bikini

Claim they wanna see me

Used to rock a beanie

Me and Mussolini (WHAT)

Bought up Tashinis

When he came from the greenies (ah)

Mugs shed

When I'm in the beamer with Bloodshed (BLOODSHED)

Ride right past jake

Go get our ass ate

From tuchus, hookers

Yeah, they some lookers

But when it's time to pay

They gon' say they shook us

Like Sandra, conned her

For a pair of farmers

And mad ganja

Took her alantra (ALANTRA)

On my dick

Ain't another bitch fonder (FONDER)

But I wear two hats (ha)

I don't wanna catch the monster (THE MONSTER)

Knowhatimsayin?

Knowhatimsayin?

That's Killa Kam and that's my last time for tonight

Yo, yo

Check it out

Check it out

It's my cous-

Watch my cousin Bloodshed

Bloodshed'll wrap it up

This the fam-alam

Wrap it up

Wrap it up, yo

Yo, I run with wild cats like Villa Nova

You'll smoke cracks and kill Jahova

'Fore you bump into this villain sober

Causin' the controversy that niggas be illin' over

Then have the children who be chillin' in your building killin'

My skills is priceless like hidden scriptures from Hitler

And if I'm out to get ya

Give your mom's a picture 'cause she'll miss ya

I roll with sniffers that annihilate

So if you try and violate

I'll have you under pressure like a trial date

Even if you tried, you couldn't get with it

The last nigga that died was crucified with his shit splitted

I pour the bless so all the sess can go in

Plus my tec be blowin' so hard it leave fast and large intestines showin'

God got beef to go ahead, try and set it

But don't act sweetie

You'll get beat 'cause I can't stand you like a diabetic

Peace to hustlers

With integer-ers and cellulars

And 180 scars across they jaws and they jugulars

Bloodshed C.O.C

Yo yo yo

Bloodshed

Yo, my man Killa Kam in this bitch

No doubt

C.O.C., what y'all niggas want?

Bags in this bitch

Lenox Ave

Got my niggas B.B.O

Uptown

Yeah yeah

NFL for life nigga

B.B.O. NFL C.O.C

My man Mase up in here

Yeah yeah

Knowhatimsayin?

Killa Kam, Jesus

Eat yours

My man Big Rich

Super Sam

My nigga Cool da Black Threat

SUPER SAM

You knowhatimsayin?

My man Letho, Beef Tha Thief

White Bread

139 & Lenox; The Danger Zone

139 & Lenox

Harlem on the rise, nigga

Y'all niggas want it

Alright brothers

Y'all can get it

Ayo yo yo yo

I can't forget my nigga Big Twan either

Even assume these schools, fuck it!

Ayo give a nigga a call Twan, word up

Yo, I can't forget my man Buddah Bless

Word up the whole Harlem, one love

There it is

B.B.O. Enterprises

Diggin' in the Crates

One love

D.I.T.C

Alright, this is The DJ Stretch Armstrong Show

My man DJ Eclipse is on the wheels

He got a lot more joints for you

So we gon' get back into the music

My name is Kool Bob Love

We slidin' into 5 o'clock in the a.m

As always and thursday nights

From 9-9:30, right here on the same station

You can catch 'On The Fence', a basketball talkshow

And, uh, you know it's not only a talkshow

You hear- play a little hip-hop joints every once and a while

Demos, and uh, you know, some good soul stuff

So tune in, thursday nights from 9-9:30

Right now you hear The DJ Stretch Armstrong Show

Aaand, again just with the announcements

Tuesday night at the West End Gate

The Juggernauts and Arsonist

Will both be performing

Showcase starts at 9 o'clock

There'll be music, and all types of good stuff

West End Gate's on 113th and Broadway

And we gon' get back

One L