| Lyrics: | [Tek] (Steele)
Sittin on the toilet, shittin, puffin the dough
Strobe light affect,
everything's movin slow
Slip into a deep zone, the sound let the phone bring me home
Stagger
to my feet, emotion toward the walk talk
(Aiyo Ripper what up nigga, check out this
proposition
There's money to bait and I'm in the mood to go fishing)
Whatever nigga, give me
time to wash my ass
My habit at your norm' day, fiendin for the cash
(Do what you gotta do,
cuz I'm on my way in the car
Cuz when I get there, yo we outie like Tamar) Right right
easy
(Now I'm off to the south to get more info on this dough I heard about
Gotta make sure
everything secure
Can't let me and my man let these grants slip past our hands
The man's out
heavy today
I hope they don't try to get in the way of our pay)
Damn, I'm ready, high noon,
the man's out
Gotta take a quick shower, get dressed and bounce
Grabbed a fatigue, strapped
out the generals
Proper attire for all criminals
Blazed up the clip, loads up the
45th
If a boy riff, leave a body their stiff
Who dem man there gon rap on my
door
Disturb me at work, on the low dub four (Yo it's me)
Who that (ST, what up) Aight hold
up son, let me put it back on safety
(Aiyo kid it smells like fresh grown cess, lets
Twist
up some trees before we jet)
True, you know we keep a fat pack of sensee
Even though you
know it make our pockets go empty
(But no less about to starved into free men
So whenever we
finish we gon bag up this spinach)
Easier said than done, peep the 4-1-1
The dred around the
corner, just try to blast Ruck and dunn
(I knew it, bad vibes flowin like fluid
Forget about
the dough, let's do it
I see you already strapped pa, so I'll meet you
out |
