[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale Bitch I'm making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael Probably sipping still cause it is my favorite flavor My beat wake the block up like "Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors" They call the po-po, I'm cocking back the fo'-fo' The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold Double O, subtract one numero from Seven Taking niggas back to school like a bus ride for adolescence Wolves plotting for their future like fucking investments And I go so hard, that's why your bitch keep on caressing Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins 2010, bitch we get it in Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them bitches be twins Doobies in Jacuzzi's, white bitches with big booties I'm a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies
[Hook: Mike G] I be like hello, play them corners like their cellos It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow (I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps) Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings Know they fear me I'm a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling (I'm on the corner for you, judge me I'll destroy your lawyer Outta Luckett like Letoya, Mellow one's to Hype to bore you)
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] Girl you so sour but you're sweet like candy Let's fuck in the forest, mother nature and Bambi Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be Glass house on a beach for when I want to get sandy Everything is dandy, ask my nigga Handy I take a strike in L.A. Lights like I'm dodging with Manny Girls drop them panties, even their aunties... no grannies Grandma, I'm leaking on the beat like a tampon Fool, I'm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour I got the hood with me, I'm the nigga with the power Weed, cocaine, and the muthafuckin' Zannies Me and Brain lurk together like a fucking family
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[Verse 3: Mike G] I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit But my confidence brim, that means there's none after this This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict I'm fucking sick, there's no resolution to this conflict Well, death might be one But there's no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come I'm a rider, garage got motorbikes in it They're confused, scratch their heads like there's fucking lice in it Party hard, man it's Golden, have them hands foldin' Mellow keep it rollin', that's how we stay Loaded Like them fo'-fo's, they stay in them four-doors Bitches watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo's And Volvo's, because they fuck with lame niggas They ain't learn? Hatin' niggas won't make your chain bigger You're comedy to me and crowds flee when your shit's on You get fake applause like a TV sitcom
