Barbara Bush

Lyrics

[Intro] (Sir Doobie) Sir doobie back in this motherfucker, ho! What up, macabre? Sir Doobie here You know I'm top shelf looking for a bitches help Cause this dick won't suck itself You understand? Haha I'm about to jump in my time machine Blow some dope in a wormhole Rewind time and go find the king (Crooked 1) Dig that Like a scene outta a 70s blaxploitation movie Superfly, The Mack, Coffy Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song Ghetto royalty King Crooked White mink draggin', pinky ring flashing Cadillacin' mackin' and big check cashin' King Crooked [Verse 1] I'm in my boxers in a full length mink coat In the Cosmopolitan suites with Barbara Bush She giving me deepthroat Heart racing like a speed boat Swallow my babies and then she made me some cheese toast IPhone Youtube ringtone Is my cousin's soft heater Keynote speaker for weed smoke He said "I got them trees, Loc" Well let's tax them corners like Caesar Can't be wrong in the streets bro (I hear ya, baby) And Kush ain't never killed nobody And if it did, its different and not horrific as liquor kid Prohibition, them real niggas was getting rich Try to legalize it, we buy dispensaries (Flip the script, pimpin') Hung up the phone, time to hit the crib Then hit the club on a Tuesday, that bitch is lit I got Barbara in the mix with me Thinking of how they shot Pac and hit Biggie I don't want homies pouring liquor on the phone when shit get mixy So I valet the coupe to bulletproof 650 It's a big city I know so many riders outside of the club, Bloods and Crips take pics with me I ain't a gang banger I keep the banger P89 on the hip I came in this bitch to get tipsy Only lames playing games they ain't from That's wack shit Fag shit I seen niggas get wrap packed in the park for that shit But back to the club scene "I think I just seen Crooked mobbin' with a bad bitch" That's what they say when I'm at my table Some 1940, two Don Julios, some Johnny Walker blue label I told that chick Barbara Bush "Go get some delicious bitches to join us" Because my pool game is too fatal (I can dig it, baby) They won't refuse it tonight Power; I might abuse it tonight Send word to the DJ to put his bottles on my tab and don't forget to play some real nigga music tonight We might lose it tonight Like I said some Pac or some B.I.G Nigga, we so deep we got 3 VIPs Occupy the club and nobody got they drivers license Just in case we shoot and cops wanna see IDs (Nah, baby) I'm leaving this bitch innocent Police follow while Barbara Bush swallow my kids again (King Crooked, baby) [Outro Skit]