1. |
Welcome Back
01:43
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My doctor says its stress, Pastor says its demons/
Still searching for a reason why the f*** I’m not sleeping/
Late night creepin’, grindin’ while you’re dreaming/
These trees put me at ease, ain’t feigning but I need it/
My girl say she loves me but she’s leaving/
Break-ups to Make-ups, history is repeating/
Paying for my player past/
‘Cuz in this game of love, there’s no credit you always gotta pay in cash/
Lord knows if I could I’d take it back/
Time heals all so for now Imma make a rap/
Made some new friends, lost some along the way/
And if they’re still hating then f*** is all I gotta say/
Cry me a river, you’re Charmin soft, need bigger tissues/
Got bigger issues, need bigger blunts & bigger pistols/
Same n***** in your corner saying they’re official/
They same ones that be schemin’ & plotting to get you/
Nothing last forever, I learned that the hard way/
Young n***** running s*** like Shaq & Penny Hardaway/
Lesson is priceless, like the smile on my daughters’ face/
Haters try to pull your card & it ain’t even Father’s Day/
What a tangled web we weave with these women we deceive/
In the end all I need is this music & some weed/
Gift & the curse I’ve been given since birth/
I’ve been blessed with the power of the verse/
You’re welcome, Two
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2. |
Legendary
04:33
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(Verse 1)
I was taught that the fake fail & trill triumph/
Been going hard since ‘88, Dez Bryant/
A rap giant, trap tyrant, black lion/
Just pray when Babylon burns I’m headed to Zion/
Haters who speak in defiance, secretly seek an alliance/
Better have your tool & I ain’t speaking Home Depot appliance/
See this for all the hatred you’re speaking in silence/
Bastard you better be quiet, don’t want it to lead to violence/
I spit it realer, you see it clearer than Blu-Ray/
Don’t neglect it, just respect it when you see me just say touché/
Be hustlin’ all night like street walkers on Guadalupe/
Someone tell these thirsty hoes that my name ain’t Bobby Boucher/
For future reference better keep the peace or keep a piece/
N***** don’t want beef, they better be discreet or be deceased/
Death to my adversaries, murder when necessary/
No love in February, Nat Gang Legendary/
(Hook) Repeat 2 xs
Nat Gang legendary/
Will they cry for my demise on the day I’m buried? /
This for the crown, all that bullshit secondary/
Nat Gang, K.M.G., Troy Cake legendary/
(Verse 2)
If its beef then imma handle it, rid the game of containments/
Dopest flow with no manuscript, search & destroy, I’m cancerous/
Lost both my grandfathers to that cancer s***/
Shout out to nine seven nine & two five six/
Never get rid of me, spit first consistently/
Recite bars religiously, n***** lying habitually/
I swear these n***** washed up like the kitchen sink/
Wanna be frienemies? gotta be kidding me/
Ain’t shooters they just foolish, spread rumors thru computers/
I’m the teacher, you’re a student/
Pay homage to your tutor/
So bow down, got the crown now, supreme ruler/
I think you’re sweet, you’re Princess Peach, I’m King Koopa/
No pen & pad, left, right, I just jabbed you up/
You’re feeling bad? You get Trinidad or Zab Judah’d/
You know the flow so sick, admit you just threw up/
Jesus to a Judas, what’s a Caesar to a Brutus? /
(Hook) Repeat 2 xs
(Verse 3)
Greatness takes patience, know y’all been waiting, I’ve been gone/
No need to thank me but quite frankly I’m pissed off/
This sounds like the perfect beat to vent on/
You dumb f****, two girls, one cup, get s****** on/
Feel the flames, I’m Lebron James, this my second ring/
The names Cake but ain’t s*** sweet, no Krispy Kreme/
Started doing local shows, now I’m known across the globe/
Venice beach, Poconos, worldwide, boats & hoes/
Got everything we need, spark tree, now we’re lifted/
Been rocking so much Polo that they call me Sea Biscuit/
Welcome to part two, volume three coming soon/
Handsome n****, buck tooth, I hip-hop like a bunny do/
The rappers lack influence, streets know I really do it/
You really call that music? I find it rather amusing/
Overseas they notice me for my poetry/
Needless to say I’m in this b**** like some ovaries/
Flow like menstrual, no pencil, vocab like word scramble/
Legendary, I run this town like Earl Campbell/
Got this rapping perfected, deep in the heart of Texas/
Tell ‘em the king back, Mufasa resurrected/
(Hook) Repeat 2x
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3. |
979
03:07
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Use to heat grandma’s house with a gas floor heater/
Now I’m looking at the world thru this glass in my four seater/
Went straight to the Benz passed on the Lexus/
Who woulda thought, I’m just a poor kid from Calvert Texas/
Not too far from where they picked cotton/
Not too many options, n***** trying to make a profit/
In need of an assist, where is John Stockton? /
Now I’m back up on my bulls****, Dennis Rodman/
N***** steady plottin’, steady mobbin’, gotta watch ‘em/
No Batman, but on dark nights, they got the robbin’/
See me ridin’ in that Bruce Wayne/
Cool with the fives, affiliated with that blue flame/
Now I’m just kicking it like Liu Kang/
Slave to the money, woulda thought they called me two chains/
2006, got famous off the internet/
Now I stay fly like my girl works for InterJet/
Women, Weed & Weather, go West like Fivel/
I’m from the South where women thicker than The Bible/
Get a ticket, pack your luggage, heard Virginia is for lovers/
Let’s catch a flight to Dulles, only Heaven is above us/
Shout out to my ESE’s they know I’m bout my feria/
Money growing like my beard, watch from Saudi Arabia/
Young n**** do your homework I’m The Talk of the Tone/
Smoking on that homegrown, I be getting hella blown/
You lames couldn’t understand, I’ll be your Rosetta Stone/
No time for the back & forth, leave that to the metronome/
Tell these n***** that the truth is back/
Real eyes, realize, real lies, see the truth in that? /
That Uzi too big, give me too glocks S.T.A.T/
Baby momma named Brenda, n**** Tupac back/
Said that Uzi too big, give me two glocks S.T.A.T/
Baby momma named Brenda, N**** Tupac back/
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4. |
Chun Li (Japan Flow 2)
03:03
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I don’t usually do this but tonight I’m feeling different/
I’m posted at the bar I spot this cutie from a distance/
Flower in her hair like a Bettie Page centerfold/
She’s a dime like a Tony Parker pick & roll/
I send her vibes, she sends ‘em back, that’s a give & go/
Black & Mild, smokes signals like a Seminole/
Excuse my French but she’s a bad b****/
So bad, body inked up like a notepad/
Lips a little black, she must smoke a lot of weed/
S*** that’s alright with me, you know I’m always climbing trees/
Plus you know I got a fetish for glasses/
& you know I like them girls that be thicker than molasses/
Say she got a little baggage, I ain’t even bother asking/
Got her addy plus her number told her we could make it happen/
Be a fool if I didn’t, got a man but he be b****in’/
Told her shawty I ain’t trippin’, spark that weed up let’s get lifted/
(Hook)
If I ask her what she’s doing, she’ll say thinking ‘bout you/
Ask her what she wanna do & she just tells me come thru/
I like blunts, she likes doobies/
Chillin’, watching movies/
Na homie, I ain’t hittin’ it/
Me & shawty just kickin’ it/
Chun Li/
Yup Yup/
I call her Chun Li/
Yup Yup/
She got a man but he’s lame, he be playing them games/
Come kick it when a real n**** when you’re ready for a change/
(Verse 2)
Her smile was distorted, I knew it was important/
Her man didn’t want it, hit the clinic, she aborted/
With a sigh I retorted, with a text she reported/
But of course he ignored it, down her cheek tears were pouring/
I told her thru the storm she could weather/
Would take his place but I’m probably no better/
But I can be a shoulder to cry on/
Just let him go & let bygones be bygones/
Reminds me of a story Mike told me/
This dude loved this girl but she didn’t like homie/
Sometimes it seems that we feign for what we don’t need/
We drown sorrows with a few drinks & some strong weed/
I know these selfish beings f***in’ with your self esteem/
Find the man of your dreams & not just the man in your jeans/
This songs for all my queens who couldn’t find the strength to leave/
It hard wearing hearts on your sleeve, just know I feel your grief, sing/
(Hook)
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5. |
Kennedy
03:11
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If you’re reading this letter, that means I’m not around/
When I’m dead in the ground will you still hold me down? /
I got something to tell you, I don’t know how to break it to you/
All these late nights I’m on the grind I’m still thinking of you/
You think I’m getting blunted, when I’m out getting money/
We gotta get it right these arguments are getting ugly/
& I’ll look out for you as long as you look out for me/
I’m trying to make the skyline mine looking from you balcony/
Not talking ‘bout the Nissan, I’m talking ‘bout the city/
Ride or die throwing peace signs out your Bentley/
Please forgive me, I know the b****** silly/
They want me to f*** ‘em but f*** my wifey give me plenty/
I know it’s rough now but we’ll see better days/
The music takes me away but that music it gets me paid/
When your heart is sick I got the remedy, from now until infinity/
Let’s get this guap so you & I can live like the Kennedy’s/
(Hook)
I’m the president baby come & be my first lady/
Let’s have a private meeting in the back of that Mercedes/
Imma roll up this spliff roll them windows up & dip/
Said you’ll always be there for me/
This is what she said to me/
(Verse 2)
I believed you when you said it, I just hope you don’t think twice & regret it/
If it’s a problem let me know, don’t just let it go & dead/
Talk to your man baby, that’s what I’m here for/
I need you to make that promise starting now from here forth/
Don’t compare me to your old man, that’s all in the past now/
If that n**** was so great then tell me where he’s at now? /
That’s real talk baby but I ain’t sweatin’ it/
I wanted you, I got you & you been mine ever since/
Back to business, if this music don’t blow/
I got a few connections, some with weed, some with coke/
‘Cuz I’m a man, I’ll be damn if I’m broke/
Put a brick in the truck, then take a trip to Mexico/
I’ll let you hold a few stacks/
I love you baby, I’ll be back/
I gotta get this paper, promise that I’ll see you later/
Your boy young, gotta get his cake up/
I know that you don’t like guns, I keep one for the haters/
I Would let you ride but never put you in that situation/
With you on a bus taking trips upstate so/
(Hook)
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6. |
Dope
03:19
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High risk for that profit, low price for that reefer/
My cartel homie told me don’t speak to La Migra/
Just needed a diva, s*** maybe two/
A** like a donkey, she could be my mule/
N***** be talkin’ but ain’t really lived it/
Ain’t talkin’ Bill Miller, I’m flippin’ these chickens/
Retired from dealing & pimpin’ these b*****/
Got white owls for nights owls, y’all n***** some pigeons/
Beg the lord for forgiveness, I can’t see these haters thru Marc Jacob lenses/
Put up them beamers, we whippin’ them Benzes/
My momma in kitchen/
She whippin’ up fixin’s/
Demand my respect/
Salute when you see me, young n**** a vet/
Boys talkin’ foul but my n***** got techs/
Before Microsoft Xbox I had that connect/
Ain’t pushing no rentals, invest in a vest ‘cuz my shooters tote pistols/
Why you mean muggin’? Your b**** loves my dimples/
Don’t try this at home but I make it look simple/
Shout out Jennifer Lawrence, Oh My God that’s a bad snow bunny/
Make me your #ManCrushMonday/
We’ll be married by Wednesday, you’ll be pregnant by Sunday/
Flip work like a gymnast, bubble up like a chemist, no dentist, I’m flossin’/
You ain’t OG Bobby Johnson, these lames n***** softer than Johnson & Johnson/
Shout out to The Bay, a hundred black hoodies, got bullies with fullys/
Greg Pop to these rookies, when it comes to that bangin’ I’m all to the goodie/
One word of advice, suggest you don’t talk if you ain’t ‘bout that life/
Snitches don’t get stitches, they get thrown in them ditches & buried alive/
Got a Mexican chica, she muy bonita, my make her my wife/
Its gon’ be along night, put this D in her life, she’ll be screaming like “Aye”/
Sold work when I was in school but never ever sold work when I was at school/
When it come to them sacks n***** know I got packs, I ain’t talkin’ Clay Matthews/
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7. |
Lay Back (Smoke Break)
02:27
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I’m a rather mellow fellow/
Smoking on that Donatello/
That’s that green mixed with purple/
I feel like a Ninja Turtle/
Kowabunga/
Hit that s*** until it fills my lungs up/
I don’t do that Cocaína/
Give me rillos & some reefer/
I don’t smoke that potpourri/
Don’t trip on you non smokers, see that’s none for you & more for me/
Ain’t a Swisher or a White Owl, than get the f*** off my cloud/
I’m calling up my connect, tell him a need an ounce like right now/
Imma roll it up, burn it down/
Windows up when I’m rolling ‘round/
Higher than a seagull, smoke in public like it’s legal/
There’s a rumbly in my tummy, kinda hungry from the munchies/
Second comes Mary Jane but first it comes the money/
I’m just chillin’ on my couch, doing my Al Bundy/
I be throwed like a football & it ain’t even Sunday/
I be coolin’ with a honey, stuck on stupid like a dummy/
I hope you don’t have no plans, ‘cuz my clocks stuck on 4:20/
I’m just/
(Hook) 4xs
Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’, Rollin’
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8. |
So Throwed Interlude
04:23
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(Verse 1)
Girl your body bangin’ like a trunk full of fifteens/
I hope tonight you get on top & ride like a ten speed/
Every time I’m with you I feel like I’m sixteen/
You want me I can see it in your eyes, don’t tempt me/
You knew I had a thing for you, make a n**** sing for you/
Adam & Eve that’s me & you, I’ll eat your fruit & drank the juice/
You might think, I’m just a playa from the Himalayans/
You look like Venus, the goddess, not the tennis player/
This girl on fire, the flame to my gasoline/
Alicia Keys, better yet Katniss Everdeen/
Baddest chick I’ve ever seen/
Imma roll up these trees/
Exhale then breathe/
Just listen to Breeze/
(Hook) Breeze
All you gotta do is say yes/
Close your eyes, free your mind, they’ll be no stressin’ baby/
Open up your mouth & just smoke/
I’m about to let you know, you make me so…/
All you gotta do is say yes/
Close your eyes, free your mind, they’ll be no stressin’ baby/
Open up your mind, just smoke/
I’m about to let you know, you make me so, so, so, so, so, so, so throwed/
You make me so so so so so so throwed/
(Verse 2)
You know I go f***in’ hard, your body so f***in’ soft/
Know I got a thing for glasses, I’ll f*** your bifocals off/
I be on that North, You stay on that South/
Hop in my doohickey, take off them Vicky’s, my boxers Ralph/
Cowgirl, you can ride that, Surfboard, let’s try that/
We can make a movie, it’s an IMAX when you climax/
We can have a drink or two, three or five, six or nine/
Call me Uncle Elroy, girl it’s Mr. Nasty Time/
(Hook)
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9. |
Amor
03:27
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(Verse 1)
Up past my bedtime sippin’ red wine/
Reminiscing on the days we use to share time/
Back when you were working for the airline/
Wish we could go way back, way back, Lebron’s hairline/
Anything to make smile, you love my sense of humor/
Keep you close like a shooter, baby ignore them rumors/
Forget about the past & let’s focus on the future/
I’ll be the king you be my queen, bow down to the rulers/
The bed start squeaking, let’s get freaky with that karma sutra/
Lets hit Saks & torture racks, I’ll be your Lex Luger/
I love the fact that she stayed down & she been down/
When I got locked she help me get my car up out the impound/
‘Cuz every trill n**** needs a trill b****/
Always reppin’, treat me like I Am Legend, no Will Smith/
That n**** always rapping ‘bout some feelings s***/
But what you feel ain’t real unless you feel this/
(Hook)
I need good drank, I need good trees/
I ain’t too proud to beg, I ain’t too hard to please/
Give me that good sex, that keeps my mind at ease/
Yea just you & I baby all a n**** need/
I need Love, love, love, love, love, love/
Yea baby I need Love, love, love, love, love, love/
Yea baby I need love…/
(Remix Verse 1)
It’s been way too long, got a n**** weak/
Been running thru my mind all week/
Send me a picture let a n**** get a peak/
I just had dinner but it’s you I’m tryna eat/
Been getting thicker, body like a swisher/
Before I light her up, you know I had to lick her/
Pulling on my zipper, stepping on my chucks/
By the look in her eyes I can tell she wanna f…/
Your sex drive, I love your curves, baby grab the wheel, baby don’t crash/
Got no brakes, got no wheels, got no roof, foot on the gas/
Got that good good, that wet wet, so n**** might cum fast/
I told her bend it over & sit that p**** on my mustache/
I stay fly, no lie, bow tie like Steve Urkel/
You can ride that surfboard but when I go down I’m gon snorkel/
Been too long, been running thru my mind all week/
Charles Barkley don’t like them thick girls, well bring them to me/
I just need love/
(Remix Hook)
I love it 7xs
Wanna kiss, wanna touch, wanna hug, wanna f…/
Let me know what’s up, I just need love/
I love it 7xs
Wanna kiss, wanna touch, wanna hug, wanna f…/
Let me know what’s up, girl give me that love/
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10. |
Dr. Richard Eudown
03:39
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(Intro)
Damn, I’m know lately our schedules been conflicting/
But it’s time for some licking/
Been waiting on the right opportunity to give you the business & show you a few new positions/
So if I caught your interest just listen/
Cuz I got that prescription/
Yea, I got that prescription/
(Verse 1)
Late night, I’ll pick you up, we’ll take a ride, do you what you like/
Get high on that highway, my rearview not a cop in sight/
That’s 420 on 410, faded we’re zonin’/
I’ve had my heart broken, pick up the pieces & mold them/
These castle walls I closed them but for you I’ll reopen/
If arguments make no sense don’t lose track stay focused/
You’re a dime piece to say the least, your heart is where I wanna be/
If there’s room make some for me, I promise I won’t break the lease/
Just stay true, think things thru/
I believe in you but it takes two/
Hypnotized by the things you do/
The you speak, the way you think/
The way we link/
The way you move/
I know what to do to get you in the mood/
She 5’5 with them brown eyes & them thick thighs/
She fun size/
(Hook)
I been working all night, working all day/
Took the night off so you know it’s time to play/
Baby, I can take you high or I can go low/
I can do it fast or I can take it slow/
I’m doctor Dick Eudown/
Dick, Dick, Eudown/
Dick Eudown/
Dick, Dick, Just call me Doctor/
Dick Eudown/
Dick, Dick, Eudown/
Dick Eudown/
Dick, Dick, Just call me Doctor/
(Verse 2)
No one can get it wetter, no one can hit it better/
When he neglects you just call me, The Pussy Professor/
It’s clear to me, I can see that the lord blessed you/
Now let me undress you, then tongue test you/
I make the p**** talk, give me a lecture/
Then I eat up, Hannibal Lecter/
Lay the smack down, the bedroom wrestler/
Ain’t trying to stress you, just trying to impress you/
She en fuego ‘cuz my game so frio/
Go her legs in the air screaming ¡Dios mío/
Love it when she speaks Spanish, si, si, I understand it/
I’m all up in her tummy, hope I don’t cause no damage/
She’s so fly, that’s no lie/
I’m a pro, so don’t try/
Need a refill, i got supply/
No THC she’s so high/
I’m so good, wanna know why?/
I’m so good, wanna know why?/
I got my PHD in that P U double S Y/
(Hook)
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Troy Cakeman San Antonio, Texas
Troy Cakeman is a recording artist, songwriter, audio engineer & entrepreneur.
Troy is also the owner & C.E.O of San
City Sounds, a record label, which doubles as a music services company for independent artist. His career began as member of the hip-hop quartet, The Nationals, before branching off as a solo act.
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