Lyrics

So like I had to put myself in this zone Where I was standing like a guy and I was like imagining that I had a penis And I was like, you know, in a hot top surrounded by, like, bitches and Kool A.D. best rapper in the world [?] crypto-chronic, La da day, heh Gamed out, all of ya'll lamed out, famed out In a Range getting brained out Fifty thousand dollars all up on my chain Man, my chain tough, heh New shit ya'll messin' with the same stuff Yea, the same stuff I'm on the new shit Yea, baby! Ey, dawgone hella' rich Sittin' in a hot tub with your bitch And I ain't never snitch Fez-ass man, yea I ain't never pitch Heh, I'm so foogazy Wear a white bitch with me call that hoe Kim Basinger Look at all my raps, 222,000 tracks Get a calculator, do the math That's 222,000 racks, heh Two houses, two house cats, two dogs, I like to earn like a true god Jeans, True Religion Hip hop just a euphemism for a new religion I'm still good, I truly kick it I livin' I'm really wizardly Limerick, idiot speak, kicker You a dick licker I'm in a Range and I'm speaking a Spanglish Eatin' hoho's with the dames that you hang with I think things in my brain, then say shit Then I get wasted and spend all my paychecks Gaze into the effortless wastelands created on bass-lines and brakes of irrelevant nature Gone off a' half-a quail egg and a venison chaser Rock like a elegant blazer Laced up, heh, aces in my radio spaces all caked up The game laker Aim at your brain and go bang, mang, the slang Ceasar My ballad's a salad Healthy with the leafy green vitamins Your wifey slidin' on the pole like a fireman, pause Yo, I'm higher than Nas was when he was like "bro I'm a gun, dude" Mulatto Franz Kafka, come through Everything I do becomes true King me, I sun you, Sun Tzu All up in the booth Buddy Bolden Self-evident truths, you know I hold 'em Texas, shout to Fat Tony Hey what up Brody, ey what up Woty Got a A-rab lawyer named Jody Highroller Too rich for your blood try foldin', sick Two chicks, one cup, kid I'm nasty Dog to a pup, you a Lassie You a duck, you a quack, B Yea, I don't give a fuck if you ask me I'm buck with the blast V Shout out to Spassy [?] I'm max, I'm scholastic's death I'm half deck short of a full one Maybe I might even might fuck around and, like, sorta, um, pull guns Out at your mom's crib, wave 'em around till your mom's like "son, I think you're friends with the wrong kids" Mom trigonomically Plus atomically my anomics I mean my economics Yo my Freakanomics is Marxist, philosophically Yo I kill em with the sophisistry What? Yo, still I keep my politics on top of me like poppy seeds on top of a bagel I'm in the regal Yo, I'm feelin like a young Danny Brown, sippin on Faygo Flippin through Hegel Come through, Kool with the Kangol See me out in Spain in a K-hole Clutch yaper man, yo I strangle the Peso I'm on the plane with your main ho Quick chain Apache spit flames at your stagecoach Pussy wet Yo I'm Rick James in a raincoat Zip, bang The thing got her dancin' like she reppin' the Crip game Toes curled up like footwork Sippin' my dick like a soda in the kitchen Said my pipe be that crack like a cook work Step on her neck till my foot hurt You mad, you look hurt Yo you talkin about your pimpin' right here man, pimpin' is hard, you know what I'm talkin' bout? Yea, man, yea you niggas got the ABCs but you niggas need to really get the XYZs, you know what I'm talking about? Yea man, you gonna get mother fucking shit separated, so you niggas can separate the live from the jive, you know what I mean? That's what you niggas need, an automatic shit separator Cut that bullshit out you know what I'm saying Been born into this shit The trigger don't Talkin bout they prostitutes You got hobos Come to set the record straight Educations Greatest test American pimp nigga Got a t-shirt Ya'll tryin to wear this pimpin like a t-shirt Bullshit we gon' piull you up in the air Cotton Get some real You can't be trickin Check the hoe If you gone You know what I'm talking about W-w-w-w-w-w Maybe you can call your dad Here's a quarter man, trust that I'm good for it, hah Old school like a payphone Fool I drop jewels like Beethoven The best ever, heh Kool AD is a very good man and he's very good at rappin' Heh, when the Remy's in my system Ain't no tellin' will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em? That's what they be yellin', I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Ya'll be chasin' I'll replace then, huh? Stab it like "ree ree ree", Jason O.J. Simpson Saw Ye this one time I figured I'd rap about it Pimpin' is a fact I'm a mack about it Dance about architecture Sharkin' at the art with the sharpest lectures Wrote some, uh, fire bars on my phone and then it died and I lost 'em But yo trust me they were totally awesome Yea, I'm feeling like Malcolm, Einstein, Nelson Mandela with the mandala raps dawg halla back Used to sell multiple pounds of marijuana, black, weekly, heh Now I just read Black Weekly and smoke Black and Milds while listenin' to "Sweet Leaf" by Black Sabbath followed by "Black Magic Woman" by Santana followed by "You Oughta Know" by Santana followed by "Welcome to Atlanta" Then I sip a Fanta, take a nap, I go bananas in the trap Ey yo, hey you, club look like Cuban Bruce Springsteen He only Tex-Mex and Wingding He got a couple cousins in Sing-Sing But one is a guard in the east wing He got a couple Beemers and a Lexus or two that he leasing A big-booty wife with some bee-stings, I think she's Brazilian Plus he got a fly side-chick named Lillian Yea, I'm blowin' vermilion haze as I gaze at the ceiling man Oh, what a beautiful feeling man Lean got my head spinnin' just like a feeling, fam I mean like a ceiling fan, whoo, ha Made a couple G's last week that was strictly off dealin' Xan I'm sippin' a Reisling up in the Sebring pop in a Steely Dan CD and proceed to get B.Z Wow, I'm too turnt, I smoke till you burnt (Get it? I smoke weed until you're high?) What up dudes I sell crack. rock cocaine dawg, I sell that I sell dope, I slang weed, I shoot guns, I move pot, I kill fools, I sniff coke, I whip dope, I got a cold whip and my whip dope, I got a cold chain and I'm so ill, I got a cold mil, I'm so trill, black cat bone, I'm so high, smoke hella weed I'm so wet, you bone dry, yea I drive hella 'rarris and Benz, though See me in the Beemer and I'm high offa benzos, eatin' hella pizzas at Enzo's, run up in your house spray your kin folk Bitch I got a ten hoes, bitch I ten twick, I mean ten bricks, heh, and I split ten twigs, that's some new shit, you ain't even on that Yo I'm on raps, heh, yo, don't watch me, watch yourself bitch I bring the peace like I'm Ghandi, I'm selfless Roll up all me weed I'm up like twelve spliffs Yo, yo, posse with twelve, twelve shellfish Bell Biv Devoe on the system All of yo bitches I kiss them Ey, yo, plus fuck the system, they got hella African men locked in prison Judges like pancakes up in the hood man See how I flip them Central bookin', yea we caught in the pigpen Ridin dirty like Pigpen, I'm Charlie Brown Party up dude, party down Ya'll gas like balloons with the party clowns Feelin' so groovy, it's a movie, it's gnarly, wow I'm handin' out fliers for my show at The Starry Plough Freestylin' in front of La Pena, shout' out to the homie Keith's mom yo she from like Kenya Yo this song is hella pretty like Enya Fuck around, hit you with the iron and end ya Like the Mayans I'll send ya Then I might go on Facebook and friend ya Yo, why did Bush knock down those towers like Jenga? Kool AD the black Power Ranger Pussy A-rab had to dead it like the stranger Kool AD Jesus I was born in a manger Tommy ain't my mother fuckin' boy, it's my middle name, like "Danger" Scorpio rising man, big shouts out to Kenny Anger