[Verse 1] Uh I'm not a rapper, I just talk a lot of spit And Cheef Cheaper in the beacon, I'm rollin' wit' B Skeez And the team strong, we love 'em and duck 'em and lead 'em on I'm the teacher, here’s a lesson, read along snitches I dropped a song snitches,where’s the competition? We get hyphy, mess around and make some wrong decisions Yeah we the ones to watch, could spend a whole day watchin' I'm at the spot poking smot with the Moor Gang partners, na, na, na Say I'm the only one? Girl, you can’t pretend You’re a groupie, you messin' with all my rapper friends New trends but we never change We stay the same, Huckleberry say my name What's my mother lovin' name?
[Verse 2] Lachow, I'm making my city proud Got a pocket full of venom embedded in black denims I fed 'em this crack, let 'em react to the fact that I'm Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, baby I blamed it on the dumb green yoda, mix it with red jedi Hoppin' the first flight, a United Airline red eye Yes I rap in my corduroy pajamies Sammy Huckleberry, gosh dammit Ha ha ha ha, ha
[Verse 3] Don’t hurry, fuck it, let's burn a blunt Cut it, gut it, stuff it, hurry up Poppin' a bottle and pour it in a funny cup On the way to the Bahamas in my polka dot pajamas I'm the type to roll a L up while I'm watchin' "The Wire" I'm the type to watch a million episodes 'til I'm tired I'm the type to put some PB and jelly up in my belly I could be a Jimmy Stewart if you were more like Grace Kelly, Sammy SlaChow, stubble chin, bushy brow I'm done wit' pussy, I'ma push it in your tushy now This Eye Racket got the game going wacky Like dang, I'm gettin' Dorito stains on my khakis
[Verse 4] In the back of the whip with the town fan Knocking the jams out ya momma’s sedan, damn I remember when this shit played I swear this song brings me back to Seattle in fifth grade, I was Punkin' bullies and getting saved by the bell Crushin' on Sally May and Michelle Went from Lunchable snacks, milk box in my knapsack Graffiti sprayed hoodies, one strap on my backpack I'm getting a lil' tired of your broken promises, Vic Looking at your pages, seein' different numbers and shit Now you're getting mad 'cause I don’t wanna cuddle and shit I mess with other chicks, at least I'm usin' rubbers and shit Marijuana leaves on the socks I rock now Lock'm out every single door, and they knock now Get knocked down, get back up Lets wrap it up, slow the beat down so I can spit it fast on these schmucks
[Verse 5] Whoa, take it real slow Got a little, want a little more, but I don’t sell, yo I’ll tell you what I'm gettin' it for, buddy, run up on a motherfucker, motherfuckin' fuck 'em up We can all live happily, I got a bag wit' me, open half of these Pass the purple baby, bubba, pass to me 'fore I pass the beat back to Master P 'Cause my cash long and your cash hurt My glass bong got a glass perk I fast forward, leave your back in reverse I would try a little harder but my back hurt, huh Back problems in my family genes That isn’t relevant, but I just thought I’d explain My momma always told me eat up all of your greens I started crack rock rap, better all of these fiends
[Verse 6] So I tore up the rules, Lachow I popped molly before it was cool, Lachow I showed up to the class in shecks I never rocked Jordans, my parents couldn’t afford 'em Lot of girls I used to look at would never look back at me Now they plottin' wit' their girlfriends, trying to get back at me I fucked 'em over, I fuckin' told 'em it's fuckin' over Now she sloppy drunk and I'm fuckin' sober, you think I'm jokin' baby? You think you're breakin' my heart, but do I look broken baby? I don’t even blaze anymore, okay I'm smoking, maybe I'm only sayin' baby, who can you trust? I swear these girls, they be askin' for too much When they want me to take care of them, marry 'em Get old with them and bury 'em And on our anniversary, something special prepared for 'em Chill with 'em, be real with 'em, love 'em and have a meal with 'em On the real, I don’t feel I could deal with 'em You feel me though? Seattle, do you feel me though? New York City, do you feel me though? And I'm done Nah, I won’t charge ya for it I hate authority, got a problem with law enforcement
[Outro] Ha, ha, ha Alright man, run that back, I'm good LachowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
