Drugboat

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yo) Shit (Its your boy Vic Greenthumb) Whole bunch of shit Know what I'm saying (You got the mother fucking chem dawg) (I got the mother fucking super glue) The weed always get me in that shit man (Ay ain't nobody told you to talk about the mother fucking rappers this much) (You supposed to be talking about these mother fucking weeds) (All the strains you're smoking) [Verse] You a two legged [?] have rabies I need my enemies and exes to have a baby And when that baby get old I'm going crazy The lastfight I had was in the mother fucking eighties (Oh you was doing a [?]) Niggas know what I'm about I ain't got to hide it They want to be one so bad but I can't provide it When in doubt throw the trash out it stinks Take a two liter of maggot juice and pour it on minks (Ew) The bandana is black This is warfare The choice is theirs, they ain't even want to go there (They ain't want to go) Hip hop shows be raw as hell I'm kind of glad there ain't no hoes there Because niggas can focus on my raps for four years Off one verse, the hearse got your name on it lay down (Who you talking about?) Oh you got a gun, who you gon' take out? (Body dog) Meet the maker, I need the haters I feed them wafers I cheat on paper, naw nigga we defeat the lakers (That's nice dog) Ouija board we be walking on concrete If you want smoke I'm at arms reach Keep it on the internet Niggas fixation start to show Niggas see everything except their soul (What the fuck is going on Vic?) I been talking like this since '06 In 1997 I joined a gang and still no lick (That's right) Earn it and then burn it That's what the fuck I was taught And then we cop fifths from Malark We not built the same Nights get swept under rugs Niggas don't fondle on pussy, niggas fondle with drugs You got to see it for yourself I can't help what you're blind to On blind eye website looking for beats to rhyme to (And I was like that too) I know its ticking but I don't have the time to Do some dumb shit, bum shit, must I remind you Vic where I be somewhere smoking on Sunday driver Burn shit down like the crib with Andre Rison bitch Fuck Shit man I don't give a fuck (You still got it dog) (Please talk about the mother fucking weed strains that we been smoking on) (You supposed to be not doing the bodies) (You supposed to have a diet on the bodies)