Rashawn Clark T.M.F.

Rashawn Clark T.M.F.

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A.R.T., as my initials (minus my last name) implies, is what I am. Rashawn Clark T.M.F. (artist/songwriter/producer/everything under the sun. Multi-talented INDIVIDUAL. Witness A.R.T. unfold. Thank You!

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Lyrics

Tat's On My Body

Written By: Young Celeb Tha God feat. Rashawn Clark T.MF.

Verse 3
(Rashawn Clark T.M.F.)

Gorilla Ball, word to Cuz tho,
steal and all, double snub nose,
blood first, for big bruh tho,
we from the Mid Westside, bitch what up doe,
eat Good baby!, latins call me Tony,
my lil boricua got that heater in her sneaker for me,
mm, lord have mercy on me,
I'm hella tatted bitch,
arms, neck, pass my wrists,
lookin like I gang bang, I'm on that cabin shit,
Khalifa, hella reefa from beneath us,
she's a keeper, if she roll, dog you ain't no chieffa,
if you don't wife that.

Indefinitely (Knockin')

Written By: Rashawn Clark T.M.F. feat. New Boi

B Section
(New Boi)

This that shit,
bang it in ya jeep,
I'm talkin Eddie Kane,
5 heartbeats,
you ain't even gotta push it,
shit you know it's gone sell, inhale, exhale,
like the weed often burned,
this shit spell, T.M.F. lawd...

Chorus

This is how you feel when it's, (I...)
bangin out the back,
4 kickers, 2 woofers and they hittin, (right...)
lift another spliff up and get hi...,
while we doin 33, 3 deep,
and we cruisin up the westside...

Bridge

Bang that shit out,
the bass gone hit, it won't stop,
got the trunk vibratin,
knockin Good off the lot,
at the freaks gyratin,
hangin Good off the cock,
get off the cock, when you stop,
that's when I'm gone, pop.

Verse 1
(Rashawn Clark T.M.F.)

6am, 10 toes out my comforter,
slid on my Timbos, think it was Bone Thugs in the,
disc changer, still got the 50 plus joint with the,
10s knockin, 10 cartridges, 64 with the,
Golden Eye on pause,
formin our own laws, lawd..,
these here Charles Taylor's hard,
flippin cars, not gone lie,
the hoopty didn't suit me,
one day I'll have that 'pala Dre was flexin that movie,
G Thang, with Snoopy,
I pull up to that picnic quick, like who he?,
bitches be yellin, let me ride,
50 ft from my Chevy,
I'll let you slide,
if I can skeet on yo belly,
and then be out,
but as I flee from the telly,
they'll be one freak, two freaks,
hittin my diamond, like the Blue Streak,
oochie, wally, dale, probably
parle with my latina tamale, boricua,
these hittin subs, have the lot on hush,
as I pull off, get lost,
we ain't got shit to discuss,
I'm a victim of much, fuss,
all this shit about cuz,
and the shit that he does,
what's it's to you muthafucka?,
in my rearview it's the fuzz,
knockin Pimp and the Bun,
like the game belongs to me,
and they fuck with us just because,
it be like one spliff, two spliffs,
my nigga this that.

B Section
(NB)

This that shit,
the freaks gone rep it,
lets talk about sex,
Salt-n-Pepa,
you ain't even gotta push it,
shit you know it's gone sell, inhale, exhale,
like the weed often burned,
this shit spell, T.M.F. lawd...

Chorus

This is how you feel when it's, (I...)
bangin out the back,
4 kickers, 2 woofers and they hittin, (right...)
lift another spliff up and get hi...,
while we doin 33, 3 deep,
and we cruisin up the westside...

Bridge

Bang that shit out,
the bass gone hit, it won't stop,
got the trunk vibratin,
knockin Good off the lot,
at the freaks gyratin,
hangin Good off the cock,
get off the cock, when you stop,
that's when I'm gone, pop.

Middle Eight
(RCTMF)

Tell me how does it feel,
you gettin no love,
you could talk about money,
we gives no fuck,
niggas be talkin bout life,
look how we've blown up,
dead right, sho nuff,
you damn right, sho nuff. (repeat)

Verse 2
(RCTMF)

4pm, pull up front the crib,
hit the line like,
got two, talkin bout,
what they wouldn't do,
for the Klondike,
while I'm walkin out,
friend like, got a friend,
like yeah, call him now,
fa sho, a bro,
I got one thang, two thangs,
lookin finer than Halle and Robin in Boomerang,
look do ya thang,
I'll be there in 20, ya feel me?,
some Henny and plenty skinnies, oh really,
yeah women and bud,
I'ma get mines, get yours,
then we ain't got shit to discuss,
don't be a victim of love, love,
trynna put a grip on cuz,
with all the shit that you does,
what's with you muthafucka?,
you in my rearview with the dust,
knockin Pimp and the Bun,
like the game belongs to me,
and they fuck with us just because,
it be like one trick, two tricks,
my nigga this that.

B Section
(NB)

This that shit,
please believe it,
cruisin down the street,
Eazy E shit,
you ain't even gotta push it,
shit you know it's gone sell, inhale, exhale,
like the weed often burned,
this shit spell, T.M.F. lawd...

Chorus

This is how you feel when it's, (I...)
bangin out the back,
4 kickers, 2 woofers and they hittin, (right...)
lift another spliff up and get hi...,
while we doin 33, 3 deep,
and we cruisin up the westside...

Bridge

Bang that shit out,
the bass gone hit, it won't stop,
got the trunk vibratin,
knockin Good off the lot.

Suffocation

Written By: Rashawn Clark T.M.F.

Chorus

I just can't breath,
with that fog in me,
I just can't breath,
T.M.F. muthafucka,
blowin that muthafucka,
blowin that muthafuckin weed,
I just can't breath,
with that fog in me,
I just can't breath,
T.M.F. muthafucka,
blowin that muthafucka,
blowin that muthafuckin weed,
weed weed weed weed,
that weed weed weed weed weed,
that weed weed weed weed weed,
that weed weed weed weed weed.

Verse 1

As I creep thru tha fog,
let me speak to my doggs,
I got 5 on a sack of that,
grown from the back of that,
home is to wise,
blowin strong with my guys,
and the fumes, her perfume,
I persue to get a crack at that,
pleasure, I inherit by the measure,
one pound,
a breath of, to a merit of a stretcher,
man down,
confessin to have never known none better,
hands down,
she say please tone it down,
yo cologne's so profound,
I'm astounded, at the bullshit surroundin,
my lobes,
legalize it, they talkin bout it,
I'm told,
if that's so, please let me roll up,
my smoke,
and get the fuck out my face,
I gives a fuck what you say,

Bridge

I'ma blaze, I'ma blaze til my f'n bomb day,
gimme the paps, gimme the paps,
don't pass none swisha my way,
put it away, put it away,
uh uh, don't mess up the rotation,
just pass the doobie on the left hand side,
aye aye!

Chorus

I just can't breath,
with that fog in me,
I just can't breath,
T.M.F. muthafucka,
blowin that muthafucka,
blowin that muthafuckin weed,
I just can't breath,
with that fog in me,
I just can't breath,
T.M.F. muthafucka,
blowin that muthafucka,
blowin that muthafuckin weed,
weed weed weed weed,
that weed weed weed weed weed,
that weed weed weed weed weed,
that weed weed weed weed weed.

Verse 2: A-side 1st part

Tell em I'm blazin, tell em I'm blazin,
someone call the fire station,
call the paramedics,
tell em I'm suffocatin,
this ganja got me hazy,
I can barely stand,
and can't even walk straight,

Verse 2: A-side 2nd part

hey hey, you gotta come rescue me me,
resuscitate me me,
no I don't wanna fade away way, way way. (Repeat)

Verse 2: B-side

I'm back to my feet,
the sack is obsolete,
hella cracks in my speech,
with a lapse in my physique,
on my slacks, not a seed,
matter fact, not a crease,
not a stick, not a bitch,
not a scratch, not a flee,
and my claim still remains, without a change,
I'm G'd,
up, til my remains rearranged,
6 feet,
and leave enough for little James, and little man,
6 each,
million, for the thrill,
in my exchange, that shall increase,
my wealth, flyin stealth off the jets,
in my fleet,
eat Good baby!/Flight Gang
my G,
fresh off the scale, before the sell,
drop 3,
zips on me,
I gives a fuck bout the dicks homie.

Bridge

I'ma blaze, I'ma blaze til my f'n bomb day,
gimme the paps, gimme the paps,
don't pass none swisha my way,
put it away, put it away,
uh uh, don't mess up the rotation,
just pass the doobie on the left hand side,
aye aye!

Chorus

I just can't breath,
with that fog in me,
I just can't breath,
T.M.F. muthafucka,
blowin that muthafucka,
blowin that muthafuckin weed,
I just can't breath,
with that fog in me,
I just can't breath,
T.M.F. muthafucka,
blowin that muthafucka,
blowin that muthafuckin weed,
weed weed weed weed,
that weed weed weed weed weed,
that weed weed weed weed weed,
that weed weed weed weed weed.

Discography

Expect The UnExpected Vol. 1... This Is A Dedication (2006)
Expect The UnExpected Vol. 2... NOBODY'S SAFE! (2007)

Both available now @ datpiff.

http://www.datpiff.com/profile/RashawnClarkTMF