Loosey In the Store with Pennies

Having thousand dollar dinners at Mr. Chow

Not to mention we drop grips in town

While you trapped like 2Pacalypse Now

Don't wanna hear nothing come out ya lips now

You won't see me asking, "Are you still down?"

Some cats just don't feel the sound

It's not my fault you don't have a spine to send chills down

I'm only choosing 9s & 10s to drill and pound

Got off the train at the stop near the brewery

To drink some hops, go home, and watch Louie

Hollared at this chick, even though her grill was chop suey

Sometimes you miss your turn and gotta pop a u-ey

No more uglies, I'm only piping hot bitches

How hot? Piping hot bitches

Not some old frigid broad like Ms. Huxtable

Ass was fuckable, titties was *suckable*

Optimum cake and ain't nobody I owe

Can tell I'm eating from the spaces in my flow

Ayo, why, is there nothing but white faces at my show?

Not that it matters, we still make the place go

Never indulge in Peppermint Patties or Good & Plenty's

But I once copped a loosey in the store with pennies

Never too bourgeois for E&J or pure white Henney

Son I used to buy a loosey in the store with pennies

(Actually happened to me, with a penny. Word to me)

It's that dude who got your mama laid bumping Lady Marmalade

Trying to replicate my vocal tone on Gunsmoke Cologne

One of the best, you couldn't be this good with a gun to your chest

And your life on the line

Never get over, you forever under mine

So you try to undermine

I could blunder a line

Fuck around, words tumble and summersault

But if I'm off beat, it's the drummer's fault

[?] to places as far as the [?]

Was raw before I ever had a contract

Used to upload shit to take it right down

Have them asking, "This delinquent, where the link went?"

Give me your email, I'm gonna send you some things

Make sure that you're prepared for when the pendulum swings

I'm like E.E. Cummings, Walt Whitman

It's hitting and I always keep a written in the vault hidden

A beat is like a J-A-W-N

Trying to find a new jawn for me to splooge on

Prove that other dude is a huge con

Show the difference between a stooge and a don

A superb marksman with night vision on the Wesley sniper rifle

When it's nighttime and they real dark skin

And don't do it in the presence of that sleazy hood rat

So many people in the hood rat

Reflecting on progression while I'm driving past the story

Bought the dice to help me win money to pay for the session

Before that Nutty Bars wafer we wasn't really messin'

Hold up dog, I thought you wasn't gonna do the cab confession?

Rappers rhyme for a minute and think they spaz

You know how corny your cipher sounds? Don't get gas

A chance of revenge I've yet to let pass

Do we kill em if they ass bet? You bet your ass

Too [?], giving me the crazy look like I [?]

When I came with the 50 pennies

Like damn, what, are you broke doggy?

I heard your car got towed and you feeling froggy

Voice is groggy, I got something to clear throats

Call a spade like Chris Farley, I'm corny like air quotes

Was probably rocking furs down in bear coats

Them USA joints, the flames playing a point

Expectations are the root of all disappointments

But time heals all wounds, it's the ointment

Skin peels, women go to my show in heels

You with a hooker giving a different meaning to copping feels

My flow didn't just get like this, it's been real

Got rappers signing out, saying, "It's been real"

In me, it was instilled everybody takes Ls

It's just about how well they all conceal

Conceal the deal with this one, it's been a journey

Now people wanna do business

Hold up, lemme give my attorney a call

He pulls strings like Ernie Ball

I got bitches, what I need to watch a porno for?

Tell em, I don't cop a loosey in the store no more

We got packs, smoking Winston too

Don't be mad that I'm racking up more wins than you

It's a thrashing with a convincing fashion

But Winston on the set? Benson hedges his bets

Joe Camel gets exposed for the hump that he is

And Marlboro Man needs a better marketing plan

Fucking with them reds, what are you from, Cincinnati?

I rock the White Sox fitted daddy

Only thing in my thought bubble, is home girl with the fatty

Breezing through the tunnel in tinted Caddy