[Verse 1] Man, fuck the rest of you wussies I swear I'm fresher than the frozen food section, you pussy Pussy, keep tryna push me, I'll push you under the couch, Lachow I'ma die wit' a blunt in my mouth I been around long enough that I think it's safe to say You should put a Huckleberry in when you sayin' my name Not a gang in the game that can hang wit' the rap boy Tell me little homie, what's a Charmander to a Blastoise?
[Verse 2] My coffee black, my water Fiji, this world's crazy My friends rap, my hood hustles, my girl's a waitress On tour, last stop, I met mad fans, blew mad pot Wait, that flow sucks, you fucks need to get off that flow's nuts I'ma hop into a Buick, say goodbye to my bitches and leave 'em in the rear view Get a blunt and a bottle and zip around a couple hours 'til we end up in another little city near you, huh Andre Nickatina taught me how to smoke And the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles taught me how to fight Not a lot's changed since my last EP The same kid, same rider, I just bought a better bike R.I.P. to Mac Dre And I'ma keep it that way When I finally make it down to the Bay, I'ma shut it down Start a couple riots on the way, rata-ta-ta-ta-ta Thank you 80 Bars come again times two From the mind that brought you the rhymes that got you To grind the pot you rollin' up my dude
[Verse 3] I'm glad we got this chance to slow it down a bit 'Cause every bar I spit is money, no counterfeit And I been workin' on my temper, toned it down a bit 'Cause I might fuck around and have me a Lachowder fit My homies know what I'm talkin' bout, they clown a bit My little brother just graduated, I'm proud of him Take your diploma, homie, look to the skies I look at him and recognize that same look in his eyes, damn Do I still got the spirit I see in him? Do I still got the hunger that's deep within? Am I Still that kid with a candy store in his closet Stealin' Hershey's from the deli and sellin' 'em back for profit? I've always been a hustler, that's a fact Never much of a pimp, but I can mac I think it's time for us to pick another beat Now let's get back to the ratchet before I fall asleep
[Verse 4] Last weekend I partied in Cincinatti Met a girl on Twitter, thought she was sexy and had a fatty So I brought to the homie's crib, told me she was 19 She looked the part and who the hell am I to check her I.D? It sounds slutty, don't it? I had a slutty moment I made a rule against it And I already broke it I'm 22 and I'm already on tour I'm gettin' money, makin' music, I already want more Yeah, I'm a skinny cool cat from the city, right? You wanna smoke a couple batch, shit I'm wit' it, right? You wanna take a couple pills, you was babysittin' too And now you're high as hell, next thing you know I'm babysittin' you
[Verse 5] I'm an ignorant jerk, that was my ignorant verse Rappin' 'bout bitches and drugs instead of women I love It seem like just yesterday I was a seventh grade newbie I still remember that day I felt on my first black booty Tanieka thought I was cute, swear she was feelin' me too She'd be like "That's my lil' white boy," she's like "Aw that's my boo," but She tellin' me I'm just a friend, woah I never got to get it in, no 8th grade, I'ma run the rest of the year I'ma feel on my first titties, I feel sex in the air, ha A youngin' looking for a little romancing I swear this song brings me back to hella middle school dances, little advances Grindin' on Precilla and Candace, feeling romantic Trying not to kill all my chances, but She finally said I'm not a friend, woah I finally got to get it in, yo
[Verse 6] Nah baby, you won't get more from me I got enough friends already and I don't need more buddies I need a girl wit' a job, one who can roll up the bud, huh I don't want no scrubs I need a girl who really wit' it, if I ask her to, she'll bring the burner wit' 'er If I want the Mona Lisa she gon' paint a perfect picture, huh And I'll give the same love back I promise I'll give the same love back They call me Sammy Huckleberry Lachow But kinda scarier now I got a tour to run tomorrow, hitting various towns You might find me in your city, but I'm barely around 'Cause I don't think of the future, I'm chillin' here in the now, ha
[Outro] Sammy Lachow Ha ha ha ha, uh Sa-a-a-a-a-am-am-am-a-Sa-am-am-a-ammy Lachow Oh man That shit makes me feel like the motherfucker of all motherfuckers! [?] good oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
