Grown Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] Yep, yeah, yep, yeah, yep Don't stop, won't stop, won't quit Never could, never would Mac Dre back with some mo' shit You know (Yadida mean, Yadida mean) Come on, man (Come on, man) Uh [Verse 1] I'm a rap-matic track addict And I'm back at it Play me a beat with this heat, I'ma blap at it The cat scatted, when the mac spatted You don't want to see me, punk get your hat flatted Dope like a crack addict, or a hop head Spit it clear so you can hear what I said Pothead, hot head nigga that got dreads Got bread, stop red, get hit with the hot lead My bed, you might see three things High heels, my pills and hoes in G strings I see things through my pimpin' glasses Cheesy macaroni, teaching pimpin' classes I dips and mashes, Mercedes Benzes Might wear stunnas without the lenses I'm off the hinges, I handle business Leave no clues, witness or forensics No co-defendants, all by my lonesome Won't see Solano, Quintin or Folsom I ghost 'em at the four way stop sign Forty HK don't fuck with Glock nine I rock rhymes, I'm a star, I'm famous Got my own language, cool when I swang it Oh, I'm all out the do' 351 with the shift in the flo' [Chorus] Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown shit Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit Unborn kids, nut all on shit Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown shit Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit Unborn kids, nut all on shit [Verse 2] Dre rock rhymes from here to New York Only smoke rope, no coke or Newports Hibachi Benihana pork on my fork Rapping is a sport and this is my court Do anything to win, my referees cheat I flagrant foul and bruise to beat Read 'em and weep I'm a royal flush Give me some shrooms So I can get mushed Kick dust, always in something tight Hella loud with the whistle or the suction pipe Fucking dikes, in Vegas or Reno, ask Kilo, nigga he know I'm well connected, I know big whales Did shows in harryels, been in hella jails, the federals But nigga, it never fails The shit don't stop when I drop hella sales Hella mail, call me the postman From Vallejo, born in Oakland Yoking, Dodge Diplomats Fuck three strikes get the bitch to bat [Chorus] Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown shit Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit Unborn kids, nut all on shit Come on, you beezy, let's do some grown shit Put on a tight thong too small that don't fit When I'm on the thizz I'm a fool, I don't quit Unborn kids, nut all on shit