Smooth Sailin'

Pa la pa pa… Now I'm so high And I'm so fly My gear is on deck My beard aint grow yet I'm so on point I'm so on one This is how we do it here in philaphornia Scoe (Scoe) Mac (Mac) Tow (Tow) Back (Back) The one yall Love to blow (blow) back (back) I got five fingers It aint no riddle Why the only one showing Is the one in the middle Hey diddle diddle The cat and the dog Going at it over kibble In the back yard I drink yack hard Yall act hard Now I gota cut ya up Like a mac card Er body packing in the strapless bar But don't everybody want to scarp this bar I'm old school with No tool with it Head up till we fed up Thas hard Smooth sailing (Pa la la pa…) Got the ladies saying Hell, I even got my moma singing Saying... yeah... come on Big Scoe saying My big Bro You know you got me Me moving (moving) I know you feel my music (my music) I show my G Influence All I do is spit fluid I'm rolling, dippin' smashn' I'm thrown' Young Assassin I'm growing up real fastn' All I know is flow and rappin' They call me Young Roscoe The philly feinatic Silly sporatic Dippin'in traffic grippin' the matic Sharp as gilteen Still a teen The California sun Jus beaming As I'm leaning Pull out my cigarettes Feining for nicotine Straight off the Philly scene Made for the silver screen In beam my foot on gasoline Tell me I aint the flyest mc you seen And it's all smooth sailing (Pa la la pa…) I got the homies singing... I even got my poppa singing... I got the world singing... I got your girl singing... Y A High Place Step to us You get five fades I got four homies Aint none of them civil Scoe dizzle known to make to microphone sizzle So many woman after the mac Ima just pick one sup... Smash' Ima A Lac Accurate immaculate bachelor cake smasher Deff Jeff let me borrow the keys to brake masters Young and I'm buck wild Labeled as a love child Running amuck while Laying hella cuts down I get the clubs shut down With this thug style I puff clouds and touch clouds What now Sick rhymes Strychnine running Through my blood lines Pedal to the metal When one time behind yeah, My head spinning like a windmill Rolling down the 101 Fountain, dead bugs on my windshield Smooth Sailing (Pa la la pa…) I got the people singing...... Hell, I eve got my sista singing...... She singing...... yeah Big Scoe singing...... Big Bro singing...... Pa la la pa…