Olde English II

Lyrics

[Intro: Slaine & Esoteric] Olde English Part 2 Yeah It's been a minute, Eso' Haha, no doubt, it's crazy, man Let's let these motherfuckers know from the get go Yeah That was like 2005 Uh-huh, now it's 2010, wow But now we get alive, let's do it back like this Check it out Yo, set it off [Verse: Slaine & Esoteric] I spent a minute in this game, now my attitude's pissier Ever since this bitch missy gave me chlamydia My drug habit got worse, my life got shittier Knife got bloodier, my wife got nuttier I wish I could get rid of her, 'stead I had a kid with her What? You think I'm joking, my brother? I'm not kidding ya Yo I think my life got crazier, I had a son named Xavier My wife went into labour and you shoulda seen her labia Maybe I lost my mind, switched up my behaviour I just want a meal, I don't wanna spend a day with her Walking through the arboretum with my lavish lady A boombox on my shoulder, turning up my radio But what else would I play to ya? This hardcore rough shit The "Who the fuck are you? Stupid bitch, you could suck dick" Yo, chill, this shit's hot, I don't wanna interrupt it We walking with our kids, I don't wanna corrupt it Sea', you acting all Catholic and I've had enough of it I got a half-a-blunt, dawg, I think you should puff this shit Yo, I don't need that, fuck, where the weed at? Where your seed at? He's running up the tree, black Don't call me black, Sea', I'm a honkey And stop talking like a wigga, you sound like a donkey Dawg, do your laundry, you smell like a monkey You can't wear that long sleeve shit to [?] Yeah, I knew you would be sensitive with your response, B Let's go down to centerfolds and look at your auntie Come on, B, where's your mother at? She's raunchy Blondie, blowing up my phone, you know she wants me That's corny and now you're resorting to mother jokes I'ma drop my son off and go pick up some other coke [Outro: Slaine & Esoteric] Fucking coke Or smoke Yeah, yo, Eso', listen man What up? What up? I gotta tell you something, man Okay Next time you see my wife walking in the arboretum 'n' shit with my son and you're with your son and you with your wife 'n' shit Yeah? Just walk the other way, man I don't want my wife knowing nothing about nothing about nothing about nobody Got that I try to keep her in the house as much as I can, alright? You got that I mean, for real is for real and real is for real and we can all crack jokes about everybody else's shit But what? But yo... What? Leave my wife alone, just leave my wife alone Just leave my wife alone Just leave my wife alone, just leave my wife alone Hahaha, you crazy, Slaine Slaine and Seamus Ryan, straight out the insane asylum You made of [?], we made of iron