Hard Times

Lyrics

[Intro] Hard times in the city In a hard town by the sea Hard times in the city In a hard town by the sea [Verse 1: Capital STEEZ] Look, is it a bit too explicit if I ask her to lick it? Or rude if I assume the position? Wax-on, wax-off like you're rinsin' off the dishes That's why I got her wetter than the kitchen Or is it, I got the candles, I'm just hopin' you can stand the heat Banana peel sandals that'll compliment your camels feet Whatchu think of yellow? Got you feelin' slick and mellow A simple fellow tryna switch to red-bone I got the mary rolled, so it's set in stone But I would hate to see her climb hills in stilettos STEEZy, baby, let me kiss up on your neck gold Straps with no strings, attached like Velcro Heard we gettin' more buzz than a cell phone Came for the throne, now I'm tryna put myself on Act grown, get thrown when the L's gone Got too bent, now she blown like a elbow [Chorus: Capital STEEZ] So, tell me how you gettin' home So, tell me how you gettin' home She said it's on, as long as I don't tell the Pros Words keep spreadin' on like a telephone So, tell me how you gettin' home So, tell me how you gettin' home She said it's on, as long as I don't tell the Pros Words keep spreadin' on like a telephone [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] She don't need no drugs, she don't need no guns All she needs to do is hit me up, and she'll be ridin' dirty No brakes and no crashin' over Spanish Casanova, castin' spells with the aroma Witch doctor got the remedy, shit fucked up her memory But I remember how she said "Mmm, lemon-y" I can't be romantic, I just met ya and I spanked her Had the dank lit since the banquet, got the Henny, now drank it Straight Cali in my doobie and she's hittin' on Mary I think she's bi-curious, buy furious bags On the root of all evil, I want serious cash Don't laugh, you see where I'm at, you need a new map Her complexion's Pocahontas, she's in love with the blanca Headed to the dirty south, but reps Beast Coast, papa She knows if she don't suck, then we don't fuck Plus, she never says she won't, fuck a love quote Girl, I know I left ya broke [Chorus: Dirty Sanchez] And tell me how you gettin' home Just tell me how you gettin' home She said it's on, as long as I don't tell the Pros Words keep spreadin' on like a telephone So, tell me how you getting home, home So, tell me how you getting home She said it's on, as long as I don't tell the Pros Words keep spreadin' on like a telephone