Slash Gordan Songtext

Chinese minx, call her chinchilla
[Murs:]
When you drop that shit, niggas didn't feel ya'
That whack shit didn't phase me, but it did kill ya'
[Fashawn:]
Swear to God I never needed a rap manual
All I needed was some Mary Jane and some Jack Daniels
[Murs:]
On my Mama, I always been a rap vandal
Smack a whack nigga to death with an axe handle
[Fashawn:]
While you sittin' around lollygaggin'
I'm rollin' chronic out the bag - put the molly shag in
[Murs:]
Man these niggas out here hardly rappin'
I come through and bless the mic In a godly fashion
[Fashawn:]
So, necessary that you respect a Don
Especially if he's on another echelon
[Murs:] I come through, with nothing but the freshest on
Wear it once and then it's trash, like a Ke$ha song
[Fashawn:]
Yeah! Not an Ave you never catch us on
You niggas is cosmetic as Revlon
[Murs:]
I was the broke kid that never had a Megatron
Stole it from the rich kids, that's why we couldn't get along

[Interlude]
[Murs:] Look, Fash, nigga
[Fashawn:] Whaddup Murs?
[Murs:]
You been leading of this whole hit man, you started the whole shit
But now I'm gonna go first
[Fashawn:]
Aight, well do you thing homie
Go in

[Verse 2:]
[Murs:]
West Coast originator, never been an imitator
Full-blown, acetone microphone disintegrator
[Fashawn:]
Uh, I get ignorant in the midst of danger
Inventive, considered the innovator
[Murs:]
Where I'm, from we don't screw and chop shit
They come through wearin' red and blue where we pop clips
[Fashawn:]
Uh, and I be higher than a cockpit
Let the chop spit hollow tips out his top lip
[Murs:]
This is the sound of an underground renegade
Who wears a crown and isn't down to catch any fade
[Fashawn:]
Bwah, you ain't ballin' go get a bit of change
Smooth criminal, hit a nigga through his window pane
[Murs:]
And I was put here to put fear in suss niggas
Nobody shook here, we don't give a fuck, nigga
[Fashawn:]
Yeah! Drug dealers, slup peelers
Mention it to my mug nigga, fuck Twitter
[Murs:]
Gangbangers, thug niggas, nerds to the geeks
All respect the way I put these words to the beat
[Fashawn:]
In other words he's a beast every verse he completes
Bad bitches, actresses, even birds give him beak
[Murs:]
And the music that we make help the kids in the ghetto grow
Fightin' for they're freedoms so they keep up out the federal
[Fashawn:]
Uh, the name's embedded somebody let 'em know
Always stay perpetual flow, so I forever glow
[Murs:]
Fashawnin' on these niggas, straight up out the FC
Catch me with the baddest bitch burnin' up the best trees
[Fashawn:]
Or probably on some jet-skis, I hustle collect cheese
Last time you saw a check was on your S-B's
[Murs:]
Yeah! Respect over everything
Murs and Fashawn, bet you've never seen a better team