Track 6 on the debut album, PDX.
Hundred Round Drum is a rap electronic duo from Portland, Oregon, consisting of beat chef Keegan Quinn and rapper Big Nutz.
Lyrics
Nuh. Nuh uh uh.
I'm so gooey.
I smoke gooey.
Deuce fours is gooey.
My h*** is gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm blowin' trees like O and Schmeez.
Ho-in' please, what'cha know about these?
The flow so sick, it's so diseased.
I'm at the club, I'm blowin' cheese.
That's what's up, you know it's me.
So fly, so why you always think sh** 's free?
b*** , you owe me. 5 0 3 so we drive slowly.
Soda rollers don't roll me.
D O O D so dope, like a whole key.
Mask and gloves like a goalie.
Beelzebubs, I'm so unholy.
We at the club in diamond Roleys.
That's ice for you dimes, lime and Stoley's.
That's nice, that's why we so stewey,
That's why we so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I smoke gooey.
Deuce fours is gooey.
My h*** is gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
In the bay, I stay fly like wings.
He's a stay high, he's a stay high king,
and I always got my gun on me.
That's how it is when you thizz in the money tree.
Family, it's my thing,
my name ring bells like Dave Chapelle's.
They say I bling. Bling? b*** , you just my fling.
Bring the kin, then they want me in,
and I must agree, I'm just a G.
Pistol packin', 'coz they ain't trustin' me.
Hustlin' me - who me?
We know, he know, she know gooey,
and I sell pounds. Pew-wey,
and I smoke it down, smoke it down to the doobie.
Can you smell me, tell me what it dookie?
Yeah I can, but it's kinda spooky.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
And I got the ish that you sniff up your nose.
The fish scale, oh heyo, the prince of the rose.
Smokin' ya weed, oh and f*** in' ya hoes,
but I love these b*** es that keep me up on my toes.
Up on my clothes, crazy name on my outfit.
Sportin' some sh** that ain't even came out yet.
Still smokin' blunts bigger than a baseball bat.
Don't make me (blast) and leave ya face all flat.
Tryin' to test me, it's best that you fall back,
'coz I'm dope, boy, fresh, and I'm dressed in all black.
I'm the dude in the hood and I'm still sellin' crack.
Mr. Backwood still got five on them twenty sacks.
I'm from the Northwest like Cool Nutz and Kenny Mack.
Louie slipper zippers and the Gucci backpack.
So back back, I got packs of them thizzle juniors.
That's why the dude ain't affected by you little rumors.
I'm so gooey.
I smoke gooey.
Deuce fours is gooey.
My h*** is gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
I'm so gooey.
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