Sour Dough

Lyrics

Playtime's over boy [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] With the strangers I bust in They know I got some hella bangers and plus ends They forget I grew up around danger and rough friends Payless shoes to school Wranglers and tough skin I'm the spring and I can make your green rise again And trust that you gon' see the mean side of friends O's make foes then you bring riders in Who go back like Juicy Juice and King Vitamin Sour Patch Kids wanna see you in the box Simply because they never wanna see you in the guap Silly you gotta see em the' I 'ias (?) in the awp When they stirrin' up beef like Koreans in a wok (eh) Trend, them niggas flin', they know the jealousy be having me in the red Keep it on the swivel they might get you for the creb, you dead Why the sour, though? Cuz I'm makin' bread [Chorus : Keak da Sneak] Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough I'm still a nigga, time to make me some sourdough [?] Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough Why you so sour? [Verse 2: LaRussell] Hey, Is that LaRussell with the Tech N9ne? Damn right, you better run On the road they sourdough, these niggas buns Huns, oh huns is how I like mine, you heard through the grape vine They as sweat as white wine Pour me a glass, I'm trying to get a buzz These niggas salty, must be tryin' to kill a slug Niggas ain't thugs, they just need a hug Shit I'm so fly, I could be a bug Every step I take, I'll feel the ground break These niggas is harmless, they a ground snake I start itching when I'm around hate Shut up and listen when I'm around greats Till the rest keep quiet, I'm tryin'a learn somethin' When you this hot it's hard not to burn somethin' Always got your hand out nigga earn somethin' If you like butter and bread better turn somethin' [Chorus: Keak da Sneak] Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough I'm still a nigga, time to make me some sourdough [?] Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough Why you so sour? [Verse 3: Stunnaman02] We still wit it (ha) From the belly of the beast (arr) I'm from the same place, you believe in me the least (how) Difference between us, you complain, I increase Guy hidin' in rolls all I started with was yeast (we here) That's S-T-U-N-N-A man (I'm too) Always got a method on how I can expand (woo) I'm flexible with the plans (woo), impeccable with the hands (woo) Rip the beat to no mas, no Roberto Durand (No mas, aye!) To a diabetic I'm like insulin, I'm eatin' salad with my bread Got my skin glistenin' (eat a salad!) Sour cuz we home bread, got too much glycerin What you want from motivation, what you get from discipline They boxed in, close the door on us so we locked We got the cookin', made our own bread, now we top 10 But not 10, through the concrete we made flowers, like Boudin with the clam chowder We got em [Chorus: Keak da Sneak] Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough I'm still a nigga, time to make me some sourdough [?] Sourdough, sour s-sour s-sour s-sourdough Why you so sour?