Artist: Bolo Gah f/ Begga Ooh, Dragonfly Album: Bolo's Kitchen: Blood, Sweat, & Years Song: Nothing Typed by: pneumatic [Begga Ooh] Switch the lanes, Hit the blinker to the right I got flyers and promos, Gotta show tonight Gotta glow this night, No dim sunlight Gotta bitch, Gotta inch, Make sure you run right Airbrush tight, Bit of glitter on the fingertips Rings on my finger tips, On my hip platinum clips A ruger in the holster pearl coated with screws In a jade colored belt make'n twins with my shoes On my tee shirt, A picture of a Shaw Brothers flick More gangsta then that no life that hangs on your strip Throw up signs like a Crip but it's a form of technique I'm a weapon with the brain that got you and your tech beat Ooh with the fresh beat, Just payed, Fresh feet And that broad that you with I just laid last week [Chorus 2X: Begga Ooh] There's nothing, (That I get when I write) There's nothing, (Nothing like the sound that I hear from a mic) There's nothing, (Nothing like a song that's ass hole tight) There's nothing-nothing-nothing [Dragonfly] I represent the riches, The rags, The rhymes, The pads Pizzazz that it takes, Know to resurrect a fad You mad, I add, Vision to a verse Like some problems in half like I come first So while you home serve'n dinner, I'll be serve'n fiends You be loadin clips, I carry magazines Never take it personal, This is irreversible The sun is my persona, Lets pause, Here come my comet If you murder emcees but you deny you a killer I'm that same death trap they planted on J Reala A nine millimeter with a cord attached Take'n lines off a record like an album when it scratched A match, Believe it, Hear it, Look and see it A song after this man I wouldn't wanna be it [Chorus]