Acetone

Lyrics

[Intro] Statik Selektah [Verse 1: Boldy James] Wisconsin, these niggas wetter than a sherm head Never speed down on my opps 'cause I ain't trying to burn bread Turning heads in the turning lane Paint vibrant orange and burnt red .30 clip poking with the third leg Dumb high, Uncle Bun Billa, you that one guy It's my honor to represent this UGK alumni 227 Concreatures, Wayne's World, game on Bought myself a key and changed my name back from James Jones To Bo Jack, Mr. Press-A-Brick up with a flowjack Still cook up with a wire coat hanger, I'm a throwback Barry San' highlight reel, welcome to the twilight zone Hit it with a two step, cut it with thе acetone Gang time Mеdellin, we the ones who set the tone Might not be when you call, but always on time like the metronome Neighborhood dope dealer spot hot as a pressing comb More realer, more triller, more thug than Flesh N Bone [Hook: Bun B] I put my hands on my pole A nigga disrespect, he catch a hole Just know that you been told I got that heat to leave you cold I guarantee that you ain't getting old Just know that you been told This game is real, so never fold That type of shit can get you Peter Rolled Just know that you been told Because the drama will unfold (Gladiators, The Showoff) Rolling with James, that nigga Bold (ConCreatures) Just know that you been told [Verse 2: Bun B] I am not for the games Too many people died for me to get where I'm at So don't be playing with my name 'Cause all I got is my word and my testes And if a nigga ever try to test these We sliding like some Gretzkys Catch you in Cancun, snatch you off the jet skis Fuck your Sea-doo, wait 'til you see what we do Swiss cheese, you 'till your see-through, bitch, we lethal And it's some where that came from for all of your people I'll peel your potatoes, split you like a banana From Long Island to Lewis Manor to Louisiana And nigga, when you see me, you bound to lose your manners And your lunch, when I put your bitch ass in a crunch I put a nigga in a figure-four, sling around like a figure-eight Figures you's a fuck-ass nigga, might as well figure-skate Eat the food up off a nigga plate, damn, that say something R.I.P. to DJ Kay Slay, straight stunting [Hook: Bun B] I put my hands on my pole A nigga disrespect, he catch a hole Just know that you been told I got that heat to leave you cold I guarantee that you ain't getting old Just know that you been told This game is real, so never fold That type of shit can get you Peter Rolled Just know that you been told Because the drama will unfold Rolling with James, that nigga Bold Just know that you been told