CSNbbs

Posted before but it is really cool

I have been listening to Washed Out quite a bit these days. Amazing psychedelic melodic electronica.

Weightless




Paracosm




All Over Now




Amor Fati (Au Revoir Simone Remix)




Great Escape

(04-20-2017 12:23 AM)tmoneyinmphs Wrote: [ -> ]

Creep on in, on in on in
See, i'm riding high riding high
Kind of broke see all i got is five
I got five

Player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
But I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I steal doobies, spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enough on it
Go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
Never the less, I'm hella fresh,
Rolling joints like a cigarette
So pass it cross the table like ping pong,
I'm gone, beating my chest like King Kong,
It's on, wrap my lips around a 40,
And when it comes to get another stogie,
Fools all kick in like Shinobi
No, he ain't my homie to begin with
It's too many heads to be proper to let my friend hit it
Unless you pull out the fat, crispy
5 dollar bill on the real before it's history
Cause fools be having them vacuum lungs
An if you let em hit it for free you hella dum-da-dum-dumb
I come to school with the Taylor on my earlobe
Avoiding all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
That be blowing off the land like where the bomb at
Give me two bucks, you take a puff and pass my bomb back
Suck up the dank like a Slurpee
The serious bomb will make a niggy go delirious like Eddie Murphy
I got more Growing Pains than Maggie
Cause homie, snag me to take the dank out of the baggie

I got five on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messing wit that Indo weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and knocked on back
I got five on it
Partna let's go half on a sack

I take sacks to the face
Whenever I can
Don't need no crutch
I'm so keyed up
Till the joint be burning my hand
Next time I roll it in a hampa
To burn slow so the ashes won't be burning up my hand, bruh
Hoochies can hit but they know they got to pitch in,
Then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
Cause I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
Hell no, you betta' bring your own spliff, chief
What's up? Don't babysit that
Better pass the joint
Stop hitting 'cause you know ya got Asthma
Crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzle it
'Cause I know the weed in my system is getting lonely
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cause I done smoked major weed bro
And every time we with Chris that fool rolling up a fattie,
But the Tanqueray straight had me

I got five on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messing wit that Indo weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and knocked on back
I got five on it
Partna let's go half on a sack

Hey, make this right man, stop at the light man
My yester-night thing got me hung off the night train
You fade, I face, so let's head to the east
Hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big hashish
I wish I could fade the eighth, but I'm low budget
Still rolling a two door Cutlass same old bucket
Foggy windows, soggy Indo
I'm in the land getting smoked wit my kinfolk
I been smoked, Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down up in the O-A-K the Town
Homies don't play around we down to blaze a pound
Then ease up, speed up through the E-S-O
Drink the V-S-O-P up with a lemon squeeze up
And everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller
That's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky doja
Hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
Kick in feed, cause where I be's, we need half like a foo-foo

I got five on it
Grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it
Messing wit that Indo weed
I got five on it
It's got me stuck and knocked on back
I got five on it
Partna let's go half on a sack

I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones

When I first started back in 1989
I wasn't moving keys I barely moving dimes
Started coming up fiends recognize my face
Started paying off the laws so I wouldn't catch a case
You wanna freebase I got them hovers for your ass
You get high as a kite and you feel a megablast
cash moving stacks, then they came to piles
And then them fiends started hitting crack viles
Back in the days they used to run up saying Pimp C what ya know?
I tell em get this crack and get the f*ck away from me hoe!
Cause everywhere I went it became an instant cut
Cause they knew I cut them twentys and them big fat monkey nuts
A fiend gonna be a fiend, but you can't change they ass I guess
take a Brilo pad to the chest
now they won't leave me alone
cause they know I got a whole pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

I bought a Cadillac brought it to a street top
Started me a family and started pushing crack rock
Rock crack sho ain't good in the city that
Had a f*cking hoe for every letter in the alphabet
Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee
And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck my dick for free
(Bun B) Now what did C?
I bought my first key from my baby momma brutha
I cooked it up myself and started passing out them hovers
Everybody in my family was clockin loot
Sold my cadillac and bought a lexus sports coupe
I gotta house on the hill gotta boat on the lake
Gotta a detail shop to cover up them duckets that I make
It's to the point where I don't see dope no more
Still smoke weed still drink beer and toke
Now all them laws won't leave me alone
Cause they know all my niggas got a pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

Living real smooth like Aloe Vera lotion
I'm selling crack rock, the devil's love potion
Three wheel motion on my buick park ave
Fiends used to smoke twenties, now they smoking slabs
Paid like a muthaf*cka clientel is growing
It's getting so bad I got pregnant fiends hoin
suck a dick and lick an ass just to get a pump
f*ck Black Caesar niggaz call me Black Trump
Pistol Grip pump in my lap at all times
Niggaz f*ck wit other niggaz sh*t but they don't f*ck with mine
Got my money totalled for a big time pass
17-5 I gotta bird on they ass
I put my boys down so they wouldn't have to rob
Now my click is coming up like the f*cking mob
My workers got workers everybody making green
getting cash for putting stones in the pockets of the fiends
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
I gotta pocket full of stones
And they won't leave my ass alone

Business booming daily, my product selling fast
me and my nigga C is makin money out the ass
This sh*t is getting silly dope is so easy to sell
Pay everybody bail ain't no spending time in jail
I gotta make the sales cause it's all about that green
Mo worker mo workers, my face ain't on the scene
My attitude is mean cause I keeping my respect
Ain't nobody out of line cause I got em all in check
I broke a cops neck cause he step outta place
Dead pig, murder 1 now I got time to face
The judge that sent me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me
Four years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a nice fat boulder
Cut it to a nice fat pile of hover tens
Gotta pocket full of stones starting all over again!!!
Yeah

Old school...

Aye, everything be like, off the top these days like
These days like, these days I don't even know what a pad is these days, you know
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
**** that hoe 'cause she a nat nat
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got **** I need, *****
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed, *****
Maybe I'm out your league, *****
You ain't even got no cheese, *****
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, *****
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me
Baby, that's blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you're bad for me, yeah
Say you gon' clap for me, yeah
Say you gon' blast for me, yeah
Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin' through tragedy
*****, I needed you drastically, yeah
I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I'm eatin' on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I'm eatin' on you niggas, can't catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I'm *******, I'm masked up, ayy
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got **** I need, *****
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed, *****
Maybe I'm out your league, *****
You ain't even got no cheese, *****
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, *****
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain't gon ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
And you said that you gon' ride with me
I ain't gon' do the nigga **** 'cause I'm too good for features, huh
I ain't gon' **** the nigga ***** 'cause I know she a eater, huh
Last time I wifed a ***** she told the world I beat her, huh
When they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga, I couldn't believe it, huh
Ayy lil' shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that ***** bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda
That mean a young nigga got what on me?
You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got **** I need, *****
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed, *****
Maybe I'm out your league, *****
You ain't even got no cheese, *****
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, *****
I can't even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (why)
I'm rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (****)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me, ayy
I'm in London, got my beat from London

wowsome pickin

Not many times you hear a rap song being so positive towards women. I really like this one. The video reminds me of what i lost, and i hope to have once again.

Homeboys 36mafia should be getting a cut off this.



She is my rock, bust at the op
Hold down the spot, beast with the box
Shawty be wet, dope in the pot
Beat down the block, the best thing I got
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, bust at the op
Hold down the spot, beast with the box
Shawty be wet, dope in the pot
Beat down the block, the best thing I got
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
Shawty was there 'fore I had them bands
She a lil' rider just like her friend
Her and her mama, cool as a fan
I love a woman, who love her man
What can I say? She realer than most
When things get ugly, she don't get ghost
The ship was sunkin', she stayed on the boat
I call her bae but to me, she the GOAT
She is my rock, bust at the op
Hold down the spot, beast with the box
Shawty be wet, dope in the pot
Beat down the block, the best thing I got
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, bust at the op
Hold down the spot, beast with the box
Shawty be wet, dope in the pot
Beat down the block, the best thing I got
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She my lil' rock, what's mine is hers
Like shawty told me, "what's mine is yours"
She more than a hundred, that ain't even a word
Things go left, I tell her first
Things go right, I spoil her first
I give her the world, that's what she deserve
She my lil' rock, she ain't a bird
My numero uno, she can come first
She is my rock, bust at the op
Hold down the spot, beast with the box
Shawty be wet, dope in the pot
Beat down the block, the best thing I got
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, bust at the op
Hold down the spot, beast with the box
Shawty be wet, dope in the pot
Beat down the block, the best thing I got
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She know how to grind, she hustle like me
Finesse for the check, she get it from me
She don't stay stagnant, she chasing her dreams
When I need a shoulder, that's where I lean
She cute in a dress, she cute in some jeans
She ain't a member, she is the team
When I'm on the go, she know where I be
She is my rock, she is my queen
She is my rock, bust at the op
Hold down the spot, beast with the box
Shawty be wet, dope in the pot
Beat down the block, the best thing I got
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock
She is my rock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock, 'ock

Loss is hard. My heart goes out to you.

Thanks snowtiger for the nice words. I can relate to the song you played, because i feel like i'm still trying to find my way home. It's definitely been a life changing experience to lose my best friend/soulmate who had demons due to sexual abuse as a kid. It still hurts as much today as that awful day i saw her take her last breath in front of me. But honestly, i think i'm doing ok all considering.



Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak
And when you feel weak you feel like you want to just give up
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that sh*t out of you and get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you want to just fall flat on your face and collapse
'Til I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
'Cause when I am not then I'm a stop pinning them
And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them
Women are caught in webs spin and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop
Amoxicillin is just not real enough
The criminal cop killing hip-hop filling a
Minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You're coming with me, feel it or not
You're gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us
You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock, is it a miracle
Or am I just a product of pop fizzing up
For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up
You Bizzles forgot Slizzle does not give a f^ck
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this sh*t till my bone collapse.
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this sh*t till my bone collapse
Music is like magic there's a certain feeling you get
When you're real and you spit and people are feeling your sh*t
This is your moment and every single minute you spittin'
Trying to hold onto it 'cause you may never get it again
So while you're in it try to get as much **** as you can
And when your run is over just admit when it's at its end
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the sh*t that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in;
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me
But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy
So when I'm not put on this list the sh*t does not offend me
That's why you see me walk around like nothing's bothering me
Even though half you people got a f*ckin' problem with me
You hate it but you know respect you've got to give me
The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney, Nate hit me
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this sh*t till my bone collapse.
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this sh*t till my bone collapse.
Soon as a verse starts I eat at an MC's heart
What is he thinking? Enough to not go against me, smart
And its absurd how people hang on every word
I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I'll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first
'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers'
So this is like a full blown attack I'm launching at 'em
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I'm not the baddest
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this **** till my bone collapse.
'Til the roof comes off, till the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth.
'Til the smoke clears out and my high perhaps
I'm a rip this sh*t till my bone collapse.
Until the roof (Until the roof)
The roof comes off (The roof comes off)
Until my legs (Until my legs)
Give out from underneath me (Underneath me, I)
I will not fall
I will stand tall
Feels like no one can beat me

When you get past some of the eccentrics of Frank Zappa's music, you realize he was a really, really good guitar player. Here's a tune from his triple album/CD set. Pay particular attention to the dude playing drums - there are some amazing fills (a la Keith Moon)...

Happy Cinco de Mayo Day !

(11-27-2017 12:15 AM)tmoneyinmphs Wrote: [ -> ]I guessed at some of the lyrics. ) Go Tigers !


High power #1 putas hahaha

Step up and get knocked the f*ck out b*tch

We're out riding looking for our enemies
Dropping em on their knees
These b*tches want to play the game
I catch you slipping, I'm making you scream
No mercy cause I got the barrel
And Im f*cking your b*tch holmes
Look down on my barrel cause I gotta pull the trigger
Making this punk disappear in the smoke
After the studio I got my guns looking for my enemies
Walking feeling homicidal showing those vatos no mercy
Pulling my trigger making people run
I unleash this madness with my gun
What just happened? Your body dropped
You're dead, you're wasted son

So now it's another battle fixing to get sparked
You better watch out for my Tigers when you walking after dark
F*cking with my gang just ain't a smart move
It's like f*cking with a Tiger when he's in a bad mood
Staying strapped with a ruger when im rolling up in the hood
You're getting surrounded by Tigers and it ain't looking good
Two strikes and so i'm ready to peel his motherf*cking cap
You should have known the Tigers ain't going out like that
Grab the gat crack his mask lay that puta out flat
If they try to take me back, i'm about to snap and that's a fact
F*ck a *****, f*ck a queer, f*ck that arab in Iraq
I'm back now and it's about the payback
Little faker vatos getting mad
But you putas on your back
We got you on blast
I just laugh as I crack that vatos mask
This is the part where we smash
I take your life in a flash
Peeling out in a cloud of smoke
I gotta make my dash

I said it once before, i'll say that sh*t once again
I'm rolling with my AK by my side and all the Tigers are my friends
Pulling that trigger dropping my opponent
Until my barrel is glowing red
Put you to sleep then send you to hell
With a dozen bullet holes in yo head
I'm a do well, caught yo azz is slipping
In my cadillac i'm hitting the switches
What the f*ck, then f*ck you b*tch
I'm loyal and i'm showing you no pity
I don't give a f*ck cause i'm on a mission
Gotta get away cause there might be snitches
Big bad East side qoatos are gonna be dissappearing

What up lil ***** talking under yo breath
I'm smoking your homeboys and leaving them wet
Keeping em wet and off with their head
Taking it to em, just like I said
Till they're all dead, throw it up to the sky
My lyrics are lethal i'm flexed for life
High powered offense, i'm #1
My Tigers are coming, you b*tches better duck...

hahahaha

Happy Cinco de Mayo !!!

SPM--I must be high



[Verse 1: SPM]
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't
Holla '**** the world' with my chest full of smoke
I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace
Say Dope House Records, Screwston, Texas
The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess
You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes
I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines
Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses
Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro
Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow
Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco
It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe
TV screens, margarita machines with street marines
Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings
If it means anything this for all my G's
I'm in jail cause I forgot my ******* ABC's
Another DWI, drunk and ******* high
I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky
They call me young Thurston Howell the Third
And that's my word
I'ma swang, I'ma swerve
I'ma park and scrape the curve

[Hook: Russell Lee]
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function

[Verse 2: SPM]
I'ma use my three wishes, I'm very superstitious
No matter where I go I meet a bunch of horny *******
Burn a few bridges, feed a few pigeons
**** 'em so good they wake up and wash dishes
The food was delicious, bacon, eggs, and biscuits
No French kisses and no hippopotamuses
I'm picky, if you strictly dickly, you can't get with me
As I represent Houston like the damn Whitney
I'm a get em when I get em I loved'em and I fed'em
Lived in peace, I ain't gonna let'em when I see'em I'm gonna wet'em
Shut 'em down like D-Town and the homie Ackavelie
Peace to Happareli and my nigga John Freddy
My drink is thick as jelly, I love my **** muddy
Four of us in this ***** and we gonna do them boys ugly
Ready for the rumble, leave 'em lying in a puddle
Y'all don't really want no trouble with the lord of the jungle

[Hook: Russell Lee]
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function

[Verse 3: SPM]
I walks in the club, grabbing on my dick
As the police officers patting down my clique
They say my bandana breaks the dress code
Every fine ******* ***** I see is my ex ho
I'm hogging and I'm dogging, creeping and I'm crawling
Believe me this my calling, it's time to do you all in
Everybody jump jump, boys trip what what
Let my double barrel shotty go barump-pa-pump-pum
Slangin' slab motor rocks up in no man's land
Burnin off in my "Smokey and the Bandit" Trans-Am
The rope around my neck is just dangling and jangling
Sometime I smoke the rain and get wetter than a penguin
Aunt Jemima sipper, hoes like Jack Tripper
Peace to Big Dipper, what the deal my nigga?
Hook like Johnny Tapia, it's Dopehouse living prosperous
I tip my waitress and she can't stop saying 'Gracias'

[Hook: Russell Lee]
Why, when I'm not high, does my life feel like it's missing something?
I know that I must be high, so that I can function

Happy Mother's Day !!!



[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (grrah)

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Neck water faucet, mockingbirds mocking (woo)
Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting (nat)
Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky (rocky)
Lotta niggas copy, name someone can stop me (no one)
******* call me papi, 'sace that's my hobby ('sace)
Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly
One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to **** it (uh)
Niggas get to droppin' when that Draco get to poppin' (frrr)
All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (the cookie)
No check, want all cash, nigga, I don't do deposits (uh-uh)
******* cross the border, nigga, ******* from the tropics
I'ma get that bag, nigga, ain't no doubt about it (yup)
I'ma feed my family, nigga, ain't no way around it (family)
Ain't gon' never let up nigga, God said show my talent (show it)
Young nigga with the Anna, walkin' with the hammer
Talkin' country grammar, nigga
Straight out Nawf Atlanta (Nawf side)

[Pre-Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told you
Mama told me not to sell work
Mama told you
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
1995, 2005
Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive (dope)
Real mob ties, real frog eyes (frog)
Real whole pies, all-time high (high)
Do it for the culture (culture)
They gon' bite like vultures (vultures)
Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas (skrrt skrrt)
I'ma hit the gas, 12 can't pull me over (twelve)
Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin' drank in sodas

[Verse 3: Offset]
I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon' clone, sir
Stop all that flexin', young nigga don't wanna go there
Never been a gopher, but I always been a soldier
Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture
Divin' off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit
Yeah, shawty bad, but she broke 'cause she don't own ****
Mama asked me, "Son, when the trappin' gon' quit?"
I been ridin' round through the city in my new *****

[Pre-Chorus: Takeoff]
Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy)
Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy)
Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrt skrt)
Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (ayy)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white)
Mama told me not to sell work (mama)
Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah)
Mama told you, mama told you