Caleborate 0 To 100 Lyrics
0 To 100 by Caleborate
[Intro]
Hey guys, this is "That-Black-Nerd-That-Raps", reminding you guys on, uh, June thirtieth, to get #theusual from Caleborate. Enjoy the song
[Verse 1: Caleborate]
Its been a long damn time since you've seen something like me
Matter of fact you niggas blind, walking with your bitch beside me
Hold on
Young nigga-ish, broker than stock niggas get
Can't afford a car, so I pedal these rhymes quick as shit
Whoa, I'm on the block with them hood niggas
A college kid kicking knowledge to them [fooled?] niggas
Watch your paper, Watch your paper, know these niggas out to get you
But they ain't strip me, I'm whipping pistols at niggas mentals
A pack of Menthols, a pack of tickets, thats pack of bread
A pack of niggas thats clapping like a poetry slam
Now mind your business, I'm secretly counting digits
Saving niggas on the streets while I'm sneaking albinos in my bed
And I can talk that swag rap [?]
I'd reach more niggas than Popeyes do with chicken legs
Young Aristotle on them
With a beer in my hand, and a beanie, use my lighter as a bottle opener
Y'all got a lot of openings
You just patch them up with fancy ass clothes, I use my rhymes cause I'm not as open
You got a lot of openings
You just patch them up with fancy ass clothes, I use my rhymes cause I'm not as open
[Hook]
Okay, that real shit, real shit, real shit, cause I go zero to a hundred on that real shit
Real quick, real quick, I'm on that real shit, cause I go zero to a hundred on that real shit
Real shit, real shit, nigga, real shit. I go zero to a hundred on that real shit
Real quick, real quick, on that real shit, cause I go zero to a hundred on that real shit
[Verse 2: Caleborate]
Hotter than ovens, rock with something, I'm down with it all
Rocking with nothing will get you pushed out like you wasn't involved
Every bar secretly. Handcrafted ingeniously
I'm picking out and plotting all my moves like a checkers piece
Never cease, I am all that. Bag of chips and some salsa in it
These niggas dropping the bar while I was walking with it
Chuuch
[Outro]
Oh lord, said oh lord, you've never seen a cat with skinny jeans going so hard
Chuuch...x3
Hey guys, this is "That-Black-Nerd-That-Raps", reminding you guys on, uh, June thirtieth, to get #theusual from Caleborate. Enjoy the song
[Verse 1: Caleborate]
Its been a long damn time since you've seen something like me
Matter of fact you niggas blind, walking with your bitch beside me
Hold on
Young nigga-ish, broker than stock niggas get
Can't afford a car, so I pedal these rhymes quick as shit
Whoa, I'm on the block with them hood niggas
A college kid kicking knowledge to them [fooled?] niggas
Watch your paper, Watch your paper, know these niggas out to get you
But they ain't strip me, I'm whipping pistols at niggas mentals
A pack of Menthols, a pack of tickets, thats pack of bread
A pack of niggas thats clapping like a poetry slam
Now mind your business, I'm secretly counting digits
Saving niggas on the streets while I'm sneaking albinos in my bed
And I can talk that swag rap [?]
I'd reach more niggas than Popeyes do with chicken legs
Young Aristotle on them
With a beer in my hand, and a beanie, use my lighter as a bottle opener
Y'all got a lot of openings
You just patch them up with fancy ass clothes, I use my rhymes cause I'm not as open
You got a lot of openings
You just patch them up with fancy ass clothes, I use my rhymes cause I'm not as open
[Hook]
Okay, that real shit, real shit, real shit, cause I go zero to a hundred on that real shit
Real quick, real quick, I'm on that real shit, cause I go zero to a hundred on that real shit
Real shit, real shit, nigga, real shit. I go zero to a hundred on that real shit
Real quick, real quick, on that real shit, cause I go zero to a hundred on that real shit
[Verse 2: Caleborate]
Hotter than ovens, rock with something, I'm down with it all
Rocking with nothing will get you pushed out like you wasn't involved
Every bar secretly. Handcrafted ingeniously
I'm picking out and plotting all my moves like a checkers piece
Never cease, I am all that. Bag of chips and some salsa in it
These niggas dropping the bar while I was walking with it
Chuuch
[Outro]
Oh lord, said oh lord, you've never seen a cat with skinny jeans going so hard
Chuuch...x3