Roc Marci’s Weed Stash

Lyrics
[Intro: Some movie] How is navigating? You got an approach? Oh yeah Simple or complicated? Simple, shall I not? Allow me [Verse 1: Juga-Naut] Early 80s Benz music Spin the tile Yo, what's good, yo, uh I spin the moon with a single look, sing the huck [?] the flow rock the beat to rubble, turn the thing to dust Patty with the yellow crust petting a friendly pug Pelly pelly purple punch eatin' a perfect lunch (Mm) Felt a hunch, I followed my gut Eyes follow the buck, follow the yellow brick or follow the book Follow the politics and know that you fucked Every village, every town, every city, every country's corrupt (True) So I split the cheese and cracker up, daiquiri cup Dashing the diamonds on a diss track I'm fighting the [?] Fashionably fat, best fasten tight, pass me the mic They demonize black behavior, get a pass if you white Spencer for Higher meets Twin Peaks, fly with the geese Fries with the ten-piece, close ties to the Greek Times table, tightrope walking, tied to the heat Jugz the titan typewriting fire, Tyson the beat [Verse 2: Vic Spencer] Spencer for higher admired by all designers Reclinin' back in the seats with the blunt hangin' from the visor I be outside, these guys that want my demise never ride up You don't know where it's coming from, you boys need to wise up Lookin' at my lineup to compare what you completed When you already know what I'm 'bout, the stu season (Sauce) Y'all get to brutal beatings (Mm) I rap my mongoose for the entire evening, I still arrive early on, you heathens Execute plays before the weekend Been writin' clips for days, the right way is the deep end Learn better, earn cheddar just to go burn extra (Cha-ching) Capital V such a superb letter (Word) Who you wanna be, Hugh Hefner or Heath Ledger (Huh?) Rest in peace to both, you get smoked for cheap pleasures The women goin' back, dope guys don't be surprised I be so high, birds try to give me a high five (Alright) [Outro: Vic Spencer] The emblem resembles gelato snow cones (It's culture shit) The emblem resembles gelato snow cones (Man, there's a blizzard outside, I'm still walking baby) The emblem resembles gelato snow cones (It's a cold world, don't get warm in it) The emblem resembles gelato snow cones (You know what I'm sayin', life is a breeze)
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Credits
- Writers
- Vic Spencer