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Yo Dom!
J Dilla!
Letâs roll that weed and get hiiigh
{What yâall niggas know?}
Thatâs what I need to get byyy
Letâs roll that weed and get hiiigh
Thatâs what I need to get byyy
Yo, your click is subpar
And all that you shit you spittinâ thus far
Small talk: like a midget bitch on Russ Parr
You all see me flying by you, drivinâ in your slutâs car:
Face where my nuts are
Play witâ your bus card
Brains and the blunt spark, missinâ that bitch?
I just skeeted in her mouth and now you kissinâ them lips
That shit is just sick
Say something and Iâm dottinâ your âiâ
You could catch a Jimmy Snooker off the top of my ride
You stop and you die, whoâs going with âem?
They always foldinâ pigeon(?)
Yâall hoes is missinâ like the soldiers in the coalition
You hold the soul position, knowinâ that your goldâll glisten
Cats be rappinâ platinum, why you holdinâ on to old traditions?
Flat broke: Iâm mixinâ gin and Kahlua
âTil that day I pop Crisâ like Iâm stealinâ on Luda
Iâm stealing your hoes, eventually Iâm stealing they throats
You got the same TV, then Iâmma steal your remote
And thatâs a wrap
Condom strapped in the back of the Accâ
And if it break, Iâm gettinâ brain while slappinâ that ass
And thatâs a wrap
And if a girl got some cabbage to pass
I got a wrap - Iâm rollinâ it and tappinâ that ass
And thatâs a wrap
Hold up, re-open it and stash it with hash
Now pass it back, blitz the âgac, ash it, and pass it on back
And thatâs a wrap
Heâs over-passionate and gassed with his raps
That shit is trash, fall back or get slapped with a MAC
And thatâs a wrap
Iâmma be honest yâall, my last shit it couldâve been hotter yâall
But I ainât mad at the love I got from yâall, not at all
And if you think Iâm new to this game, I been doing this thing
So long got the instruction manual tattooed to my brain
Man, these little tykes, where they gettinâ it hyper?
I was shittinâ in cyphers when you were shittinâ in diapers
I was spittinâ that fire when you were sittinâ in choir
Role model with a Coke bottle you bitches admire
Shit, you bitches wish Iâd pull a Jigga, just quit and retire
Just gettinâ started though, I spit that retarded flow
That canât-count-to-8-graduate-from-kindergarten-flow
Spanish mamis mow my lawn, I call âem my âgarden hoesâ
I gotta thank the haters, thatâs my motivation
Iâmma be greater from the incubator to the cremator
One strike, and thatâs it
If you hate, your ass out
The garage is locked up
Itâs too late to back out
Iâm in a class by myself, ainât no kidsâ grades near me
Ix-nay on âem trying to spit they theory
If they get âyeaâ near me
Better have their weapons drawn
Or Iâll get the best of yâall like a mixtape series
And thatâs a wrap
Condom strapped in the back of the Accâ
And if it break, Iâm gettinâ brain while slappinâ that ass
And thatâs a wrap
And if a girl got some cabbage to pass
I got a wrap - Iâm rollinâ it and tappinâ that ass
And thatâs a wrap
Hold up, re-open it and stash it with hash
Now pass it back, blitz the âgac, ash it, and pass it on back
And thatâs a wrap
Heâs over-passionate and gassed with his raps
That shit is trash, fall back or get slapped with a MAC
And thatâs a wrap
Iâm laid back, ASAP I spit
And have your boy pointing to the toilet like âAinât that some shit?â
And until the cows come home, Iâmma milk this bitch
Go get you a personal trainer â you ainât built for this
Man, Iâm on fire the furnace blew already
I ainât concerned with you, itâs petty
I burn you with a semi
Then turn you to a veggie, then toss my heat
Hate vegetables, so nah, I donât squash my beef
Man, Iâm fresh to death and check some sweats
And brought some cats thatâll love to turn ya flesh to mesh
Iâm too raw to get cooked
But you all can get took
âCause you draw then get shook
Like an Etch-a-Sketch
Iâll prove all you kidsâ puss
And too small to give push(?)
So move on and get juxed
But Iâm off of that Hennessey
Remember me?
Yeah, I rub it in and floss on my enemies
Newcomer like I lost my virginity
For real?
You might heal mentally, but them scarsâll last
Iâll have that ass like Kanye looked, after the car crash
(?)Of all passed, the competition got to stop and listen
Once the Glock is spittinâ, God is sittinâ with my opposition
Test us - you feel the TEC from the chest up
Tore out the frame like a picture of your ex-slut, messed up
You all over the street
So get low like the Ying-Yang Twins or Memph Bleek
âCause Iâm, down to split your mind, body, and soul
Iâll leave your consciousness along the side of the road
Out of control, the hoes, they know that type
Chickens who want the dick screaminâ {I know thatâs right}
I roll at night, witâ your broad
Back of that âOh Lordâ
She ridinâ with me and tryinâ to get me to go raw
But it ainât worth it to twerk it, man I ainât one for waitinâ
If Iâm burstinâ that bitch is birthinâ the son of Satan
While laying pipe, your dameâs right: Iâm sick with it
My gameâs tight - she came twice in six minutes
Yeah, I bust my shit then Iâm dippinâ
Count my money twice, then wash my dick in the kitchen
Your bitch is a pigeon
Ya hit and dip, your shitâll be itchinâ, in different positions
Just spit it on the lip then Iâm missinâ
And thatâs a wrap
Condom strapped in the back of the Accâ
And if it break, Iâm gettinâ brain while slappinâ that ass
And thatâs a wrap
And if a girl got some cabbage to pass
I got a wrap - Iâm rollinâ it and tappinâ that ass
And thatâs a wrap
Hold up, re-open it and stash it with hash
Now pass it back, blitz the âgac, ash it, and pass it on back
And thatâs a wrap
Heâs over-passionate and gassed with his raps
That shit is trash, fall back or get slapped with a MAC
And thatâs a wrap