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(performed by MellowHype) [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense Straining my bowels, fucking hungry hippopotamus You niggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness Is what I was raised around as a child I'd rather chuck up my middle finger than give a bitch a smile Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothafuckin' stapler? [Interlude:] Uh, you hear that shit? Ay, run that shit back Yeah, that shit hot, nigga [Verse 2:] Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothafuckin' stapler? Good grades on the wall, niggas hate to see me do it major I'm just a leader of my team and I ain't afraid of traitors Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused Bitches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews Songtexte [Hook:] Sock a buster in his jaw Fuck the police, break the law Twist your fingers up, grip your balls If you ain't got heart you ain't got shit at all [Bridge:] Where your homies at? They'll get fucked up too Where your grandma at? She'll get fucked up too Where your bitch at? She'll get fucked up too Where the roof at? We'll stomp that bitch through Here we go negero, I'll sing figueroa, figueroa Chucking up [?] burning bodies in a [?] [Verse 3:] Aww, mothafucka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on Clancy said I'm late for my flight, well he better hold on Can't wait 'til I fuckin' buy me a jet, there gon' be some hoes on it Just blow O's on it, count dough on it Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don't it? Shit, I'll take a life for my moment's moment Contract your own sale, fuck a deal, you're in a option Turn the bass up, get mothafuckas to go shit Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove If niggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one You call this brand new, to me it's Santa Cruz Don't find HB the man to lose, you ain't a bruise Catch me on MTV or your local channel news In London recording to Fuse, I'm the man that confused I'm fucking crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy But I ain't saying it to your mothafuckin' brain, skull [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania