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The Stocked Pot and Chef Donald Mc Millan on Flavor NC this week. Watch on UNC TV. www.TheStockedPot.com

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No Bullshit Freestyle Pt. 2 Lyrics

(Chef Don)

I'm ridin til the wheels fall off, you can stop this

porshe with the top off, plates say TOPTHIS

don't hate cuz i got this, new shit color brown

I tip the valets, give 'em a pound

and the girl that you with, she be grilling me down

don't bring ya girl around, when the chips are down

i know her real well, talking hips and down

if I walk in the building I'm shuttin it down

and u can't touch the flo, ya feet never hit the ground

and you never seen a style, quite like this

young black and rich and so nice like this

I was, born to ball, I'm kinda tall too

wit ya girl all day, she forgot to call you

if I'm so fly who could i talk to

no Bullshit, I ain't tryna walk through

no time for a girl, I pay rent for me

still bag dimes now, make cents to me

I put the rhymes to a sound and burnt the CD

no Bullshit mixtape have u seen it

bitches wanna ride , stick shift for a penis

if you talking out ya ass, my shit be the cleanest.

at the top of my class, low GPA

but i'm getting plenty ass, no tests to take.

if you eating from the biz, then I'm taking a stake

or a piece the pie, mo dough share

know niggaz in the hood, wit tight clothes to wear.

and Ya'll just metro, no subway fare.

I drive with the raybrans, no visible glare

o I'm in the new coupe, invisble roof

if you on that ball shit, u better learn to shoot

girl I got the magic stick, my shit go Poof!

I get loose and knockboots, how could I stop

and if ya girl want me to hit, nigga how could I not

8 Mills in stock, had to make that meal 

better get ya Bills ups like a melo deal

No Bullshit, got bars fareal

if you not fareal then u know you wrong

got turn off, like a girl coming on too strong

I'm not in the rap game cuz I play to rough

straight jay ya'll niggaz let the net get stuck

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No Bullshit Bars Freestyle Pt. 1 Lyrics

(Chef Don)

money singing so good, Sunshine Anderson

niggaz in hood, black tims and a champion

right time, land inda wrong place, knife in my left hand, wrong side of the plate

I write no bullshit,

first take could blow ya mind out

I don't play games, u say u want timeout

u had to find out, I write niggaz outta history

if you mad now, I'm the cause of your misery

bagged ya last chick she likes swag, a lil' mystery

had to let her go she picking names for da kids to be

I got a lil fame, watch a nigga double it

shot E & J, pre-game before I club and shit

I'm tryna fucka ho, shewant anigga justta cuddle wit

no bullshit, bars never caught a case

I only spit crow bars, hawk-it at in face

u see,I stay fly, sky-walk in the place

I'mma bastad, like sex befo' marriage

killing hoes, have a closed casket

fo Cun,do-lence, fags geta fruit basket

I'm blast-ing like blaaaah kill weak flows

like a lite meal,  aaaah I eat those

chef boy najee, we MAKE real dough

u can't, see me, da mixtapes like a peep hole

flo so cold, keep making niggaz feet cold

I'm too hot bitch, blow then taste

drop da mixtape or the BARS go to waste

stay wit a fullclip with the beam on face

and i always keep hot-six-teen on my waist

(Pause)

Aww well, your chips kinda stale

don't smoke-but-my-niggaz higher than a light bill

I got weight up, broke niggaz on a diet pill

If bad pussy kill, bad bitches to the death of me

at least make a mill, if you wanna leave a legacy

no bullshit, bout to drop a new valume

if kon on the track, u might get a ear spasm

I set the bar high, some of ya'll you can't fathom

Call me Najee or Sean C grandson

and one, giving NBA fouls

word play too hard, I spit bars, no trial

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Instrumental

Gladys Knight - License to Kill (Sample)