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Got me a quarter boutta roll an eighth up
Took a whole hour just to smoke the blunt
Sticky ass weed that's wassup
Chillin' at the house high as fuck

that heavy load
Seem like everyday I’m fresh from head to toe
I’m up early cooking bacon, getting to the bacon
Doing lots of thinking I don’t do much

Fire white make the whole house jump
Call me Mr. Loud Lungs
Only count up, never fuck the count up
Praying that the pounds come
Keep that ho shit

im anything to go by
You asking
No why
Just passing wind as I go by
Deny my attempt at masking the farting
You got big nose roxanne steve martin
Sunny

screw up they face
Like it's Oscar the grouch in here
Got it up off of the muscle
We made it from nothing
But God
It was all word of mouth in here
Got it

Tie it up
Suck it up, you're a grown-up
Or at least you're gonna grow up to be one
Tie it up
Suck it up, just grow up
There's a limit on how many

it
Now she start giving up dough
To go shoppin' with
Popping ish might get you to deserve it
But it happened
Be happy she ain't get you murdered
I'm

the Grouch
My back's messed up you see me slouch
I just got hit by a bus Ouch

You can call me ranch cause you know I be dressing
I'm your Jesus Christ and I

it
Now she start giving up dough
To go shoppin' with
Popping ish might get you to deserve it
But it happened
Be happy she ain't get you murdered
I'm

in garages, ATM lobbies, and on a few couches
Grew up in dumpsters like Oscar the Grouch did
Was skinny but stayed pickin' up ounces
Dap the homie up

on the couch
I feel like Oscar the Grouch
Cuz I found ya stash where ya keep it
She let me nut in her mouth
I ain't had to pay no fees
Ain't too many niggas

Yeah you know you ain't up in the skreets
All you lil rappers real sweet
I'm running the game like I'm wearing a pair of cleets
All these rappers

not on my level

We  not equivalent 

Raised by the realest

Grew up on morals and discipline 

You faker than a second check

That’s supposed to be

Pullin' on my Johnson
Everybody wants some
Cuz they running their mouth
So constant
Callin' me Oscar the grouch
Behind the cell phones on they couch

ship (fuck that)
You're welcome, by the way
For sticking up for ya
If it weren't for me
You'd be outside
Sleeping under a foyeur (ho)
Before I got to you

of the cast off
Okcpd pull up ima smash off
Hit her once then i dash off
Dese bitches like blunts they get passed off
Might get bit by a snake if yo grass tall

by bitches like you
I bust Blue in the head that's why he talks like *Baboo-Boo*
Went up to the wack show headquarters, PBS
And there was Barney

The sounds of bells in hell
You fell too well up in my arms
You fit there so perfectly
Let's urgently desert the sea 
A curse to me, it's hurt to be
Around

They investigating what we making
But you could never count, nigga weigh it
Pull up to yo spot and leave it vacant
That's the consequence that come

Will i ever change?
I don't know
Will i ever change
I don't know
Maybe one day, maybe i will
Maybe one day, maybe i will but
They say we should grow up

Voices

The Living Legends

Creative Differences

2004

your mind 
Once the performance is completed seated in the back 
Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood 
Alla that what you too

Man look listen up
I ain't see a hundred mill what you call enough
Back end front end go ahead fuck it up
Using money to get more you ain't like us

you get creative and make homemade shit
Breathing in Nitro from a race cars' hood
Trying to be lit, by acting so edgy
That shit is lame
Imma be

Rock CC's like Roddy
Too many bad hoes in the hotel lobby
Ever since I got hurt by a bad bitch, had to turn up and turn on my savage
Ima' run up this