some thin i would do
[SPM] I aint got the last two sentences to this verse [Grimm]
Then just freestyle it [SPM]
Alright, I can do that [First Verse (SPM):]
Bring it back, drop the top on the
Lac Screw put the tap on the wet
Fatback Got the black gat, cant come wack
Member when clubs wouldnt let me rap
Now they call me up, all on nuts
Get em for about ten thousand bucks
Sippin on
Dom Perigion
Five, six songs and my ass is gone
Made a wrong catch or tone, grab my phone
See if my boy
Baby Beesh is home
From San Anton to the
Astrodome
Smoke ****** with
Cheech, and hash with
Chong Two
A.M. sunglasses on 'Twice last night', thats my nastiest song
Now its on, ask my
T. Jones Seem like the whole
World on my ding-dong [Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):] [ Baby Beesh]
Take two hits and pass it on to you... [SPM]
Yeah that sounds like somethin
I would do [Baby Beesh]
Fill my swimmin pool up with some brew [SPM]
Yeah that sounds like somethin
I would do [Second Verse (SPM):]
Well Im S-
P-Mex in the place to be
And I went to
Bedrock University
I hang with the poor, and steal from the rich
I chill with the real and
I wont never switch
Jump out the bed, come from the head
Last name
Flintstone, first name
Fred My low-low, hop like a pogo
Walkin down the yellow brick road with a dog named
Toto Run from no one cuz
I might get a cramp
Ten dollar stone for bouttwenty food stamps
Money aint happiness, yall some fools
Your babys brown eyes in some diamonds and jewels [Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):] [Baby Beesh]
Smokin, chokin on
PePe LePew... [SPM]
Yeah that sounds like somethin
I would do [Baby Beesh]
Make a dollar bill turn into two.... [SPM]
Yeah that sounds like somethin
I would do [Third Verse (SPM):]
You wanna play with the
S, ha? Twenty-five on my dresser
White tank-top,
**** **ies from fiesta
Slow and low, here we go
Doin the impossible
Jam rock & roll
Exotic cold
I done lost my high a lil while ago
Put away your gun, have some fun
Not no star, but
Im stabbin one
A stallion, saddle up the horses
My Gal gorgeous,
I bought a fortress
Two divorces and only lost a
Corvette My third wife,
STILL aint born yet
No sweat,
I relax in
Houston Im the one that went gold, with no distribution
Rhymin, now them hoes mine and
Your boy went from mutha****** dimes to diamonds [Chorus (Baby Beesh & SPM):] [Baby Beesh]
Drop my top and pick up
DJ Screw [ SPM]
Yeah that sounds like somethin
I would do [Baby Beesh]
Show my love,
Ill show it back to you... [SPM]
Yeah that sounds like somethin
I would do [Baby Beesh]
Tell your kid to stay his ass in school... [SPM]
Yeah that sounds like somethin
I would do [Baby Beesh]
Step on stage and act just like a fool... [SPM]
Yeah that sounds like somethin
I would do [Baby Beesh]
Make my girl sneak in my twenty-two [SPM]
Yeah that sounds like somethin
I would do [ Baby Beesh]
Say Homeboy you stepped in
Doggy-Doo
Go outside and please wash off your shoe [SPM]
Say Grimm, roll another
Baby ****** and lets get high, fa sho! [laughter until track ends]