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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #466
Peak in subgenre #237
Author
Jonathan Foote
Rights
2013 Too Crunk 2 Be White Productions
Uploaded
June 28, 2013
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.7 MB • 64 kbps • 3:37
Lyrics
Quick toss up just to try and get lyrics where they go:
sippin codeine; im thrown on that lean
stagger like jagger; need da cane in between
cocaine in my veins; cant feel it it seems
just a pick-me-up so i can stay out my dreams
im a addict it seems, but im neva a fiend
Gota supply cant rely on go-in-betweens
they thought i printin money aint runnin machines
im gunnin so mean, so fresh n so clean
Got apes and grapes on alla my jeans
DNA templates; ya they hate on my genes
I'm reignin da king; bling-like blow on mah rings
my speakers they sing yah ya know what i mean
Tweet, wang; do that thang blow gasoline
And I'm high octane so they call me supreme
Easter pink my cup, first thing i get up
doin stretches, eatin breakfast, n im pourin it up
thats fo sho n enuff; i dont have to be buff
Got a mack and ar if ya callin my bluff
Im up to tha snuff; tuff ragged n ruff
plus i keep a cop friend; so i stay out tha cuffs
court err day; and i dont gota lawyer
judge speed-dial on button ta call 'er
sho nuff we gon chat; gota jumpin like jacks
Real recognize real, and im slingin dem sacks
stay packin a pack; and clackin a gat
You can find me on da street; cuz thats where im at
Aint imaginin facts, im checkin da stats
takin a whack n watchin em crack
They fall at my feet, when im speakin that spat
Echolocation; like im speakin at bats
Gold outa my mouth; aint fall from teeth
my words worth diamond carats pass all ya belief
im cheifin with keef, and gucci my mayne
plus i keep me a rack; stay slangin tha thangs
straight toss n come back; ; they called batarangs
I talk like im black, but im lighter than rain
And i cant feel my face like i ate novacaine
My brain is deranged; they tell me im strange
Took a knot to the head now im speakin in slangs
I'm seekin them thangs, radar detection
you gon need ear protection when i speak recollections
Its like I'm speakin in tounges in alla my sections
I'm preachin da quire; and spittin da truth
couldnt be mo tha sh** if a shat in da booth
You a baby like ruth; and im mr. big
rhymes like suece, but this aint for kids
ill smoke ya like cigs, cuz you faka then wigs,
or holdin ya breath takin a swig
while I rake and I dig, I'm workin it hard
Tryina play up in this dirt like i'm stuck in the yard
with a get out free card, I cant give to the gaurd
I'm scrapped and I'm scared; rough jagged and bruised
my rhymes they bombard, so ya ears is abused
They call me a God, got heaven confused
got a staff and rod, from my tounge it diffused
They applaudin my squad keep haters amused
its not a fascade ,my word is the bomb you gotta pray to diffuse
plus I keep a second wic that i rinse and reuse
