Noon Chuckas

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Oh No] The pen is still soiled I spill that oil like Pennzoil Then peel you like tin foil The game has been spoiled Call up that temp lawyer Blame it on the sanity so they could get help for you I play these bars over that Dorner That lost soldier, that sober That ogre, that boss told you 'It's over,' then dog, it's over Kid keep the nines with the Cobra, that Sly nigga Stallone'd ya That Rock and Roll Hall of Fame material after I stone ya You a loner, I specialize in aromas I let 'em sniff what I roll up, a glimpse of that California Then put 'em in that deep level of a coma They rolling up all that zona, see, y'all don't want me to chauffeur See, y'all don't want me to show or come and fuck up your sofa Bunch of little crumbs like I was dumping a toaster Bunch of fucking bums chill when y'all heads post up Before y'all roast up, we'll be there to get that Hope cut Ayo, hold up Sit yo' bitch ass down Count this right here [Interlude] [Verse 2: Alchemist] Get money, fuck bitches, turn knobs, touch switches While I cut pies and serve dishes Smell the scent from the kitchen, I'm on a mission Keep the low from the toaster oven until it crispin' Play the door while I perform, you collect admission Needles skipping, the loop's on repetition Palms itching, stand on the mound of dirt like a pitcher While I'm rubbing my money grip, it's for friction It's the bumbaclot clot rasta caucasian blowing wax Limbs relax like a tropical vacation See me in the public, same on the mini-cam Compose Doctor No, Terry Lewis and Jimmy Jam Rhythm and Blues Brothers Flow through the gutter like used rubbers Chain swinging like some Noon Chuckas I'm a criminal advocate, money magnet Saran wrap the work, you looking comfortable bagging it [Verse 3: Oh No] [Yeah!] Under pressure, I'm a survivor I could throw 'em a time or let 'em expire Rocking the fresh J's, white T attire With dirty Levis, nobody flier They must have wings to achieve getting higher Remember, y'all the customers and we the suppliers 'Cause we distributing that high to the clients with an institute We teaching the pilots how to fly it See us broken down into a science, read the signs It said it's full of chemicals inside it Like cooking got it bubbling and frying And it's only trouble 'cause you niggas know it's death defying I bare hand scrap, trying rumble with a lion And I'm an animal, who the fuck you eyeing? 'Cause you know we ain't buying it, we supplying it Sending ships pirating while they rioting Aargh! [Interlude 2]