This Is Not Public Housing

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Where my lighter? Yeah, yeah [Verse] Touch my drank, I'ma spaz 2.2 in the bag Jump in, go to do the dash You ain't fooling nothing, we know you soft Them beans good, I'm clenching my jaw Glock pit stop, get you fixed and all Where the fork at? Y'all done pissed me off Bitch, don't come out your lip at all Turn this bitch to a action movie I want a bag, I don't ask for groupies Look like unc busting down loosies .30 make you dance like two time Toosii One car, Guru gon' get a hoopty Slide through that bitch, make a movie They said I shoulda, coulda but I didn't They gon' write about me like Willie Lynch did This is not a book from Donald Goines 2.5 za Wood what I'm smoking Your whole door comе off the hinges They say Slithеrman burnt all his bridges Get you fucking knocked off the seams Nigga can't rap without me Slitherman had to get on this beat Groupie ass nigga gotta be on the scene I need my fork so this crack can be cooked right Where the fuck is my hanger? Me and unc 'bout to fight 1.1 Betty Wright, 2.2 Gladys Knight Give me the fork, I can make something happen Really cook crack, I ain't just rapping Whole hood know how I cook I should have my own cookbook Oil drop to the bottom, get to locking Grams in the pot pop-locking White bitch in my pocket like a pocket rocket, yeah You get your weight, bitch, on you? I gotta weigh something [Outro] I got samples, I got samples I got samples, I got samples I got samples of this coke I got I got samples, I got samples I got samples, I got samples I got samples of this coke I got I got samples, I got samples I got samples, I got samples I got samples, I got samples of this coke I got Bitch, I got samples, I got samples I got samples, I got samples Samples, I got samples of this crack I got Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Look like Shaq when I hang off the rim With this Glock, I look like Un Jong Kim I ain't had shit but Wheat Thins Bitch, where's my scale at? Where's my scale? Where the scale? Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Where's my scale? Thirty shot knock him out of the ozone I still got crack, not 'bout to go home Bitch, it's time to meditate Woo side I got samples, I got samples I got samples, I got samples I got samples, I got samples Bitch, I got samples I got samples, I got samples Samples, samples, samples Samples, samples, samples, samples Samples, samples, samples, samples Samples, bitch You ain't gotta pay for this This a sample, bitch You better come back and come and shop for this 'Cause I got samples I got samples This here a sample Free coke