Laughing Stock

Lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] This song's the definition of turned up! The dance floor's about to be burned up! Laughin' on 'em with [Craig Smith:] Mr. Smith Kutty Cal let 'em have it man [Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] I felt that is was very, completely necessary For me to get to addressing these niggas in a hurry They woofing like they scary, but they pussier than fairies But they sweeter than Ben & Jerry's, I'd hate to bust your cherry But I don't really carey, my ego's in the airy So if you feeling lucky, step to me and I will bury You in the cemetary, for thinking that you're sharing Existence with a real nigga you should all be wary I'm touring like the Beatles, winning everywhere that we go There's a woman in every state that will suck on my libido The hood is all my peoples, so I'm never incognito I got money, I got hoes like as tall as a cathedral You think I'm blowing smokey, you niggas would of told me If you knew another redder representer from the "show me" KC is my dominion, and this is my opinion I don't need a clarification listen to what come in it go [Chorus: Kutt Calhoun] Money, naked women, HOES! Crilla's full of CLOTHES! Laughing on 'em like Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha We got Phantoms, Bentleys, Maybachs, Rolls They that SLOW! We be laughing on 'em like Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha [Verse 2: Craig Smith] Mr. Smith! KC know I'm, Dragonball Gohan Ain't a sucka but haters could blow on, trees Oh I'm, so pleased, ladies say I'm so fine Got a religion with me like the Q'uran Call me Moses, I'm laying the law Ten ways you could look like money, I look like 'em all Style is infectious, y'all better protect ya hearts I'm coming at your chest like a necklace Is it the images in my inner eye Or is it the truth, I'm sitting high nigga in the sky In a minute I'll, be on another planet You wish a nigga would, wish granted Your choice wanna ride with a fly boy? Or die, get your mind right or get a job boy Go apply at the mall, Footlocker And If I ain't got it I'ma get it, Waka Flocka [Chorus: Kutt Calhoun] Money, naked women, HOES! Crilla's full of CLOTHES! Laughing on 'em like Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha We got Phantoms, Bentleys, Maybachs, Rolls They that SLOW! We be laughing on 'em like Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun] So there you have it my niggas, a special delivery Ge-get slapped silly and the rest is a memory Best in the middle be, par-par-partying all off the time With some Sprite and le-mon in my Hennessy Looking at you [?] feeling inglorious We warriors why in the world would you war at us? Laughing at you little doolittle faggots who can't even stomach us throwing up Why think about showing up? To the majors when your talent is minor, now think about it Payless verses fitted designer, forget about it This is just a reminder, I've been about it I eat beef and I'ma style when I'm In-N-Out it, HA Now you knowing exactly how we do's it Don't confuse it, courtesy of Strange Music, HA Pimpin' all of my party people to the new shit Kutt Calhoun and Craig Smith live exclusive [Chorus: Kutt Calhoun] Money, naked women, HOES! Crilla's full of CLOTHES! Laughing on 'em like Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha We got Phantoms, Bentleys, Maybachs, Rolls They that SLOW! We be laughing on 'em like Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha