Andre the Giant (A.G.) - Hidden Crate Lyrics

[De Niro from Taxi Driver]
All the animals come out at night
Buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies
Sick, venal
Someday a real rain'll come and wash all the scum off the streets
I go all over-- to the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem, I don't care
Don't make no difference to me

[The Giant]
I spit stress on tracks, givin all y'all hard time
So live, swing through par fives with one stroke
Catch you on a quiet note, without your platoon
When you sing the same tune...
I keeps the boom like sonic, my ebonics can't be f*cked with
Ass get hit and passed like the bag we just lit
Terror on tracks, word is that I'm sweet with mine
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