Lyrics:
drunk
My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fuckin' stash up
I had two-hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porch
I mean I'm what you call smoke man,
uncle Champ on crack, smoked my fuckin' stash up
I had two-hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porch
I mean I'm what you call smoke man, I'm what you
Just so he can have a life with you when you're born
Daddy done some things that really weren't the best
Things like weighin' up and baggin' by
Cube insane in the membrane
Baby, go ahead please do the damn thang
We gonna get chu' high nigga
Our rhymes will get chu' by nigga
Tell me if I
bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
This is for my niggas that's schemin' for cash
And lookin' for ass in the late night hour
This is for my
left on the table
Tell me what to do
Can you just let me know
Tryna see what’s up wit chu
Somethin bout the words you say
Baby it’s the way you move
I
know I got the waifu flow
Come and tell me what's your IQ: low
Take a peek at chu', and never write you, bro
Now's the next section: time to go
I'm a tad
a chocolate strawberry
Boys freshly dipped
It's so true
I'm aka saucy fondue
Gear sick when I walk by
You be like ha-chu
Mix Mike I got you
It's on this time
I
gonna get chu' high nigga
Our rhymes will get chu' by nigga
Tell me if I qualify nigga
To bail in like SuperFly
I want to get that, cop that, buy
my Uncle's do)
I'm screaming, "run' em 8", fresh as soul food
Jet magazine, you niggas sold news
I kiss my girl, her skin lookin' like Nutella
I'm
What y'all gonna do?
Uncle Jam's Army's in, Public Enemy
Cypress Hill let's do this
Aww shit, no more grid (Here we go)
We all addicted men women
Fuck nigga im not you,
When i spin Ion pop Shoot,
I be tryin to knock a opp loose,
Really show a nigga what the glock do,
Give a fuck bout what a cop
you wanna come kick your heels
In the back of my Range Rove?
Wanna do what'chu did before?
Don't trip, cause "You Already Know"
C-O-M-E-B-E-W-I-X-T,
matter what
thugged out
and some shirt
short jeans
a big butt
what you see when I'm walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you
matter what
thugged out
and some shirt
short jeans
a big butt
what you see when I'm walking on by
I see you lookin
whether male or female
you in I see you
other niggas
I can't be what these other people want me to
I can't even discuss it witcha
I'm waiting on the love I got wit chu
Now shawty back it
to blackout
We dont care bout wat chu say
I always get for what I pray
pray pray pray pray
Ay,
Ay I pray for this
Take a second
I ain’t got no problems your
niggaz what chu know bout working flights
With them runners with chu keep a glock out for the
Takers they a come an get chu red beam on the noodle
Making
what'chu drinkin'
My treat and when they steppin' you get swept up off yo' feet
My mission, first position, backs I twist 'em listen
Ain't no-bo-dy, like
what'chu drinkin'
My treat and when they steppin' you get swept up off yo' feet
My mission, first position, backs I twist 'em listen
Ain't no-bo-dy, like
my cellulite ladies, this is Tech N9ne, baby
When I was 5 years old,
My uncle snuck me into a drive-in show
Got in without pay I hid between Jimmy
Lookin' so good I don't know what to do with you
(Do withcha, do withcha, do withcha)
You lookin' so good I don't know what to do
What to do, what
lookin good to me from head to toe
She got her own bag
She be catchin flights
Ain’t got no time
Cuz she be on the road
I’m in my bag too
What you
a homie out in Texas, club scene reckless
Mention Uncle Snoopy he can get you on the guest list
Ridin' through New Orleans, rest in peace Soulja
Slim,
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