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    OG Hindu Kush "In 3D" Lyrics 

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    GREY ALIEN SUITS
    Produced by Moon Boots


    [Loe Pesci & Osa]

    Only thing i got for bitches is hard cock and amnesia

    she blew for the white dot (blue with the white dot) like Bartholomew's sneakers

    your girl humpin my leg? now you cockblocking my femur

    yeah you see her- she lying- you do not gotta believe her

    'cuz she got prominent features- a whole lot in her t-shirt

    look so hot in some sneakers- cold rockin adidas

    poke, gargle and queef her, you know the type that rolls with

    provocative leeches that's blow-jobbin' your peoples

    while sayin her tits are real... -but pardon? i see the scarrin

    and post-operative features -you hoes not gonna see us

    if me and Osa was reachin, the mic we Quahoggin (co-hogging) like Peter hostin' with Cleveland

    just play it low like hard bottoms and cellos- Jordan V's is my retros

    joyridin' the metro... we skippin' steps 

    like bar-hopping with streakers, chart toppin' with demos

    god honest, i said so, god-body your reefer

    and since only five percent of y'all cop proper sativa

    ain't got five on it either- went bankrupt for the leisure

    since we invested in the Bob Marley center for research

    for you, she uptight- shouldn't be gossipin' either

    you got a problem? - Oughta talk to ya leaders- pop lockin with creatures

    watch ya body parts frost in our freezer

    it ain't the type of flick that your box office would feature

    we pickin' pockets- cross-walking with seniors

    take aim at the youth.... 'cause small coffins is cheaper.


    [hook]

    shit ain't changed since the days of the stoop

    and the labels ain't pay to recoup

    since we spent our advance paper and loot - on Grey Alien Suits

    and tricked NASA into making the space station a booth (x2)



    [Loe Pesci & Osa]

    Stay caged in a zoo- ball hog with the cleaver

    stay sharp on the court- play par for the course

    got an arsenal for war like there's spartans at your door

    so while death's at your back- we stay stalkin the reaper

    it's out the ball park to the bleachers

    we teach em how to pull cards- like Hallmark workers at Easter, son

    seizures can happen if we keep on rappin'

    it's not proper procedure to talk back to us either

    knock knock, let's see if his snot-box is a bleeder

    cuz you drippin- I ain't missin' no hot sauce in my caesar

    managed by Richard Branson- we surf the Atlantic

    feeding the poor and famished, while planning tours to your planet

    merge with Virgin Galactic, photon your whole song

    traveled back in time and gave birth to this rap shit

    foolproof Moon Boots, Bluetooth goon crew

    George Lucas stormtroopers all useless, who you?

    we shit on earth, so by liftoff we half as light

    we orbit in space, playin skip rock with satellites

    i'm askin nice, no mask and knife

    don't make us turn your puny planet's afterparties to disaster sites


    [hook]

    [Loe Pesci & Osa]

    Spraypaintin ya roof, then i vacate the duluth

    whole clique yellin sheeeeeit... like Clay Davis' crew 

    if lyrics come after beats, we stack paper for Boots 

    so go 'head, keep claimin y'all fake statements is truth

    it's back to the basics, milk crates full of tunes

    stay cavin ya roof, make craters and soufle- you haters is through...

    our tours are live as a vacay with The Roots

    so if you catch us at a show, we hi-hater your crew

    bye, later, get lost...

    why hate on our flaws? cuz we fly greater than you?

    use skyscrapers as shoes?, my estate's in space

    so from the tri-state to the blind face of the moon

    we high raising the roof, if you rhyme great as my crew

    we buy spaceships in two's- yo my spaceship's a coupe

    and mine's spacious and huge - got five acres of room

    you should try bathe in a pool with some primates in a zoo

    Rocketman backpacks, we got that like school's in session

    our tools and weapons, is ski masks for 2-11s (robberies)

    three channel booster engine, pre-amps, for tube compression

    so lean back and leave flat like two dimensions

    can't work the boards? we give freelance computer lessons

    remix ya cheap hits, and revamp the booth you step in

    mortgage ya storage, and Re/Max the room you rentin'

    C-Span for supervillains, recap the news at seven


    [hook]

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    I HAVE LEARNED
    Produced by Loe Pesci

    (Loe Pesci & Osa)


    you're glad she gone...you fight all the time

    and now she out of sight, out of mind

    fuck everything else, we all about writing rhymes

    so that ice and the shine...that's out of sight, out of mind



    you ain't even get to touch the mic for a line

    now you whinin' like crushed sour grapes from a vine?

    and now you wanna kill me and fight over rhymes?

    shit, son...you out of touch, out your mind


    at what price, put your life on the line

    for your honor, but Your Honor gave you life for the crime?

    we did shit out of spite, all the time

    but back then...that was out of sight, out of mind



    you got a following of mice and they're blind

    say they love you, do anything you like, all the time

    if that love turn to envy, you get knifed from behind

    now you a vague memory - out of sight, out of mind


    [hook]


    you can't trust nobody

    that means you, that means you, that means you, you, you, you, you

    (repeat)

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    LIGHTS GO ON
    Produced by Eighty Rock

    When the lights go on...when the lights go on

    When the lights go on, you ain't drunk in the dark telling right from wrong


    (Loe Pesci)


    Afterparties, boarded up windows

    foreign slut nymphos - Jordans scuffed, ditto

    when them lights go on...

    you can catch a whole crowd of zombies fight the law

    when them lights go on, it ain't mornin' - the night go on

    sluts suck dust, Dyson balls

    you kinda diggin' this one chicken that's hoverin' 'round

    then them lights go on, she gain a hundred pounds

    thought you liked her then? you gon love her now

    'cause when them lights go off, you get some head and bounce

    when them lights go on and she nekkid now

    you gotta cop some smoke, so you steppin' out

    (who is it?) the one with the coke fiend cousin

    the club low beams had the whole seem stunnin'

    that round ass had the whole team buggin'

    one dude crept home on codeine, drunken

    he woke up screamin' "it's no dream, cousin!"

    she forced him to hit it, said "no means nuttin'"

    even those jeans looked like both seams bustin'

    rolls, grease, bunions... goat cheese muffins

    not somethin' you want your gold teeth sunk in

    not what you scooped up when you nearly OD'd clubbin'

    insecure hoes don't need no lovin'...

    ...yeah right. liquor and lighting, you gon meet someone



    (hook)


    ...now you were saying you would wife this broad?

    (UGH) ...til the lights go on

    when the lights go on

    she go from light-skinned goddess to quite deformed

    like...when the lights go on

    you better dip, take flight like your Nikes on (ugh)


    [Osa]

    i feel for her, i pity young thing

    'cause i seen all the pain that the city done bring

    she try to hide it but the shit just isn't subtle

    she sniff white like pigs huntin' for truffles

    the guys she roll with supply the whole strip

    but when it's time to slide, they deny she knows 'em

    when 'em lights go on, her mind goes off

    and it's just a matter of time 'til them lines get drawn

    you smoke things? you can catch me outside

    prolly holdin' on a bogie, low-posted in the 5

    opened eyes, watch a slice of the city come alive

    and the price? just a little bit of pride

    and they fight when the liquor gets inside

    and despite all the signals that there's piggies in that ride

    they decide they should set it off, 'til them sirens and cherry pops

    suicide sprint, ditch the nine at the Mariott

    lights go on. first, starts the trial

    second's how your wife'll cut you off from your child

    when 'em lights go on, focus on the now

    better hope that you got your lawyer on autodial



    [Hook]
    when the lights go on...when the lights go on

    when the lights go on, you ain't drunk in the dark telling right from wrong (X2)

    ...now you were saying you would wife this broad?

    (UGH) ...til the lights go on

    when the lights go on

    she go from light-skinned goddess to quite deformed

    like...when the lights go on

    you better dip, take flight like your Nikes on (ugh)

    when them lights go on, you ain't drunk in the dark tellin' right from wrong

    when them lights go on, when them lights go on

    when them lights go on, you better dip, take flight like your Nikes on

    when them lights go on, when them lights go on
    when them lights go on...you ain't drunk in the dark tellin' right from wrong

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    HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?
    Produced by Moon Boots

    we throw y'all bricks if we see y'all swimmin

    pillage your village and keep y'all women

    they leave all willin', don't need y'all with em

    speedboat drifting, Palm Beach - gone fishin (x2)


    i heard you dykin out, somethin i might be bout

    why dontchu invite me 'round? what you dont like me now?

    your wifey might be down, you ain't invited clown

    your baby's slightly brown, how you like me now? (x2)




    (Loe Pesci & Osa)

    i scoped you out like a miniature mall

    but i saw you with your girl and she ain't feel me at all

    ay, yo i'm 'Os...i don't mean to be raw

    but i was thinkin the two of you and me could freak a menage?

    naw, you girls come with me, we can flee from this bar

    you look like the kind of girls who don't mind sleeping in cars

    the kind of girl who thinks that she is in charge

    until we reached her apartment with weed & cigars and made her reach for the stars

    she said "cool, you can meet me tomorrow

    but don't forget to bring that brand new Hindu Kush CD of yours"

    so i showed up fiending to dog, weed in a jar

    man that stupid bitch told me she was seeing this broad

    from the back, her ponytail just seemed to be wrong

    freakishly tall, the female Steven Segal (and yo)




    i heard you dykin out, somethin i might be bout

    why dontchu invite me 'round? what you dont like me now?

    your wifey might be down, you ain't invited clown

    your baby's slightly brown, how you like me now? (x2)




    we throw y'all bricks if we see y'all swimmin

    pillage your village and keep y'all women

    they leave all willin', don't need y'all with em

    speedboat drifting, palm beach - gone fishin

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    THE KID'S RACIST
    Produced by Moon Boots

    [Loe Pesci & Osa]

    cops roll hatin' - pop, lock and dislocate 'em

    won't know it's them, they rock disguises like roleplayin'

    even when it's cold, rainin'...i go paintin'

    think Rome's ancient? i got throws that are cold cases

    while toys beefin' like G.I. Joe and Cobra agents

    i'm more concerned with layin' low, man you gnomesayin'?

    shorty was so patient, body was so bangin'

    smokin' butt, no douja and she 'stog blazin'

    so hot, got your ho faintin', hotter than a gold plated 

    Phaeton or a Phantom on stolen Daytons

    i'll kick your door in like home invasions

    tourin' Vegas to Copenhagen, outside got the tourists waitin'

    no more, you see the correlation?

    (ease back with your feedback, dunny) don't need your okayin'

    your show lame and you're so flagrantly cocainin'

    my whole day's so lame, only ate cold ramen

    i can't wait to get home, i got some smoke waitin'

    sit alone, zonin' stoned, cold coma patient

    to a t, connect dots like we go trainin'

    next spot, might bounce like it's postdated

    next meal, roadkill for the crows waitin'

    best deal, yo get real..get your dough- makin'

    buildin' blocks, my motivation is no debatin'

    we stampede, bad seeds with the soul of Satan




    (hook)

    The Kid's Racist, paints bitches from all places

    we Darth Vaders in chocolate flavored Clark gators

    we crate diggers, you ballbreakers cannot fade us

    with clipper scissors or crossfaders, do not play us (x2)




    do not name us, composite sketch or try trace us

    for revenge, pop shots where your pops' grave is

    car chases on the way to court cases

    and they ain't got time to budge, text message bribe the judge

    attorney at law, part of me says the bar raised us

    that's why we bubble to the top like scotch chasers

    god's favorite, long gone since his mom made him

    knew he'd be a criminal, dropped him off at the cop station

    conversations, altercations then incarcerations

    if i don't trust you i won't fuck with you, even the broad i'm datin'

    taught me the art of waitin'

    but it turned into a long bid...picture me at auctions for post-modern paintings

    you emulators and imitators ain't innovators

    you bit your favorites then sprinkled with artificial flavors

    your chance of survival depends on our fickle nature

    so we said our little prayers to your incubators

    you been traitors - your word don't mean shit, player

    your bitch schooled me? what, she got a "Eat-A-Dick" major?

    swing chairs like Ric Flair, middle fingers flick into mid-air

    yeah, you sinkin' in despair

    you get sorta dissed, yeah...but over thick snares

    sounding like a classic hit there, So Sincere

    they kinda stick to your head, like a nymph's hair

    from the jizz layers that's been glazin' these chicks' faces




    (hook)
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    WAREHOUSE DISTRICT
    Produced by Moon Boots

    [Loe Pesci]


    she keeps the firearm right beside the tiger balm

    point blank period, baby got your back...

    she had the grape-wine windbreaker

    had her timbs tailored, burgundy red like rib flavours

    fourth floor jumpy of the warehouse district

    for chunky cookie cake, we air out biscuits

    turn cooking shows into Paramount pictures

    swimmin' upstream, got some red trout with us

    take her aboard but we fishin' for sport 

    so...fall back like we ditchin' your corpse

    a chef hat and an apron that say somethin' slick

    oven mitts to cover grips 'cause they dust for prints

    so if you grippin' nines and committin' crimes

    like The Revolution, never leave (Prince/Prints) behind

    'cause that yellow tape ain't a finish line

    y'all baby mamas Adriannas and they singin' like...


    (hook)


    [Osa]

    she keeps the firearm right beside the tiger balm

    point blank period, baby got your back...

    she never bitches about scrubbin' the dishes

    she just brushed her teeth and she can't fuck with citrus

    fresh squeezed lemonade, waiting for a king

    'bout to flee with the dowry and play him for the ring

    let her whip the coupe though your steering is better

    honey brown 911, call her Tia Carrere

    the premium leather sticks to her skin in the summer

    she hits you up on the burner but you ain't give her the number

    yet you thinkin' youse a pimp is the oldest trick in the game

    she was raised in the wild, she prolly live in the same

    same style as her momma, she got attention to gain

    so the fat lady singin' will prolly mention your name

    she'll sell you out like "this is business, this is life"

    y'all baby mamas Adriannas and they singin' like...

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    ZEE ME LATER F. I-BLAST
    Produced by Eighty Rock

    [Loe Pesci]

    to think, immigrants move here to serve pizza...

    put a brick on a credit card - work visa

    money grow on trees son, it's purp fever

    strippers, sniffers.. everyone burn cheeba

    still puffin' when the piff on drought

    it ain't what you think when they say that kush sold out

    son, i gotta eat...if i ain't makin' stacks, layin' back

    lasertag, take the cash, paperbag, Reagan mask

    stainless gat, chrome - grey and black Raiders cap

    Kool G scar, this blade could change the face of rap

    if i get got, what kind of presidential fate is that?

    my Jays fade to black, fiends got Roc Nation hats

    there's buyers on the clock, suppliers on the top

    little soldiers on the corners, those sirens are the cops

    if you ridin' in a drop, they might fire at your top

    shit, Quebec could seperate the way they dyin' for the Bloc(k)




    hook: 

    you hear me now? guaranteed you gon Zee Me Later

    you feel my style then you rush back, rush back

    girls break their necks to clutch the fabric (ha!)

    you wonder why i'm still in love with this rap shit? (x2)



    [Osa]

    it's me, 'Os - 613 and ya dunno

    the team roll like Chi-Ali when the funds low

    east coast beasts, we turn beef into blood soaked

    sheets, we at peace only off of that blunt smoke

    son's bright, must be evolved sunlight

    class of '98, we money farm alumni

    you a tough guy, runnin' to one time

    to talk and somebody saw? body parts wind up in Mumbai

    yeah I see you pushin' work out that Best Western

    and you zee me pullin' birds like a jet engine

    burbs to the West End, we live from the butcher shop

    mixtapes are 2 for 5 when the kush get chopped

    what's really good, what really pop?

    let's get it crackin' my people - achilles lock

    rather fight than run, spiteful bastard

    if I bite my tongue it's to stifle laughter



    [hook]



    [I-Blast]

    body of a warrior, mind of a madman

    manual dexterity, fingers designed to bag grams

    blowin' on hashplant crossbred with Afghan

    name gettin' big though it's forcefed by rap fans

    the last man standin', I-Blast is a cracked atom

    leavin' holes in your terrain as vast as the Grand Canyon

    haters want my cash, they mad and they can't stand him

    and these cops on my ass, I laugh as they can't grab him

    all you mans scrappin, niggas'll backhand 'em

    i ain't a killer but still i'm quicker to clap at 'em

    niggas know my name in the hood for gettin' funds,

    sellin' guns, dealing cocaine in the hood

    you can catch me on the 401 with a couple pounds of piff

    a down-ass bitch and a loaded gun

    not to mention the chain got some stocky links

    and the pendant lookin' somethin like a hockey rink



    [hook]


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    FLY ALL THE TIME
    Produced by Moon Boots

    [Loe Pesci]

    certain days i get perma-blazed off the purple haze

    puffin' herbal strains, words and names that's obscure and strange

    i burned the stage at a early age, you heard the name

    from rural trains to service lanes, the surface stained

    i turned the page with a irk to change but swerve the same

    shine like the sun behind the scenes like some curtain shades

    slurrin' and spittin' is the only time your verses spray

    i heard a lot of garbage-ass rappers, but you're the worst to date

    beast lurkin' on you, flossin' in your flyest gear

    they figure they'll get you some day, by then you outta here

    i hit the sky like i skipped town on a WestJet flight

    sleep on your rhymebook and bedwet, right?

    i piss on your sheets, by the time you run and get the police

    i'll be above the clouds with some pidgeons, shittin' on your fitteds

    listen, i get so high off this weed we burnin'

    that my couch talks to me like Pee-wee Herman


    [hook]

    certain days i get perma-blazed off the purple haze

    ...son, i don't even walk

    yo we the flyest, the livest as plane crash survivors

    "so fly i need a passport just to walk"



    [Osa]

    you know how i do when i get this high, dude

    buggin' at the drive-thru, screamin' "GIMME MY FOOD"

    it's a stungun stickup out the window on my one-ton pick-up

    'less my chicken nuggets gettin' done quick enough

    listen up, we about to blaze - how you gon complain?

    coming out your face about my life like i'd give a fuck

    yeah i know you think you're tough

    that'll last as long as the stash of your mom's prescription drugs that y'all been sniffin' up

    forget the love, all you get is some pity daps

    cop some New Era 59/50 fitted jimmy hats

    'cause you a pussy when you high, faggy when you drunk

    i get pussy when i'm high, scrappy when i'm drunk

    got your panties in a bunch

    but yo it's not my fault that your wifey's wildin' out up in the backseat of my truck

    and what? she's the one that wants to stroll through the park

    yeah you might light up her life but my trees glow in the dark




    [hook]



    [Loe Pesci]

    my gear is light luggage, made by the Wright Brothers

    my kicks got wings, i'm gettin' with flight clubbers

    forget where the mic plug is, if you spit and recite rubbish

    don't think we won't remember your signature bite, vultures

    i keep your ears smokin' on stereo mic drums

    got killed by my dumb wife, mean my widow is white, son

    i was born with a third lung and my skin's so green

    thought i fell from the sky and landed in Area 5-1

    stereotype slut, brought the berry & lime dutch

    so honey-dip stay red as the cherry on my blunt

    pulled out the blade but she wasn't hairy as my nuts

    slittin' the competition? that's Nancy Kerrigan-wise cuts

    this paranoid dime's fucked - she carry a nine, tucked

    still sharing divine skunk with various, fine smut

    dope and fly as Aeroplan miles for heroin vials  

    we the flyest, the livest since plane-crash survivors



    [hook x2]
    ----------------------------

    CELEBRATION OF LIFE F. THE NARCICYST
    Produced by Crack Moses 

    [hook]

    this shit gon ring alarms, single moms sing along

    if you fight for truth, we write for you

    let your blickers off, Celebration Of Life

    pull my hoodie down low, make my way through the night (x2)


    [Osa]

    when that day comes, homie - and you know that it will

    you one of the ones hopin' it won't? better go run for them hills (run)

    coachin' little soldiers like "go-go for the kill"

    they claimin' you got no soul, they dosin' you up on pills

    (fuck that), you'll see that muzzle flash before they hear the bucka-bratt

    tuckin' straps, runnin' wild just to get their country back

    i'ma show up at the Old Boy's Club

    throw up a big 'Os, blow their Rolls Royces uuup

    for those with no voice to trust

    choked at the checkpoint, there's no choice but us

    we just mega stars, blingin' on surveillance cams

    so i switch my weapon on the run like i'm Megaman

    two options left, play your hand or take a stand

    how you not supposed to fight back if they take your land

    extracting scents from tear-gas pellets

    that's the smell of the inevitable - you hear that, fellas?


    [hook]


    [Loe Pesci]

    it's the First World, bitches, we know the meanin' of peace

    so, it's with our own if we ever get into beef

    there's record's gettin' released, they gettin' federal cheese

    welfare, healthcare - you could never work and be free

    around the world, there's many different regimes

    speak the truth, get arrested - you're never gettin' released

    they got sleeper cells that's never catchin' no sleep

    survival ain't for the weak and they're dying for their beliefs

    now picture everyone got guns like Arkansas

    there's armies on the streets, plus marshall law

    if it's me and you, the choice ain't hard at all

    the first one to say "peace" gonna start a war

    money and power, a feast for the carnivores

    what's Slobodan Milošević need a pardon for....

    my man...long as we're killing each other

    let us celebrate life while we peel at each other



    [hook]


    [The Narcicyst]



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    HELL'S KITCHEN F. ROYCE DA 5'9"
    Produced by Crack Moses

    [hook]

    tell the district attorney this didn't concern me

    i was in Hell's Kitchen fixin' the fish & the curry

    lamb for the slaughter, seasoned in turmeric powder

    jealous queen, tell a story of murder and power (x2)


    [Osa]


    who else you know this Rico Suave 'bout RICO laws?

    it's 'cause we don't lob doggy, naw we go off

    keep it locked like the Eastern Block 

    feasting off the flesh and the pheromones like "Hi Honey, Taran's home"

    watch her race for the apron and maple sizzurp

    and let her skull game shine like Damien Hirst

    shorty knows that i don't suffer, fools

    the rules taught me to buck 'em and do unto others as others have done to you

    so, if your best friends run with the Beast like X-Men

    expect 'em to end up slumped in the West End

    what you gon' do when You-Know-Who

    roll by, bow-tie, Brother Mouzone suit?

    we Army of God's Children, zombies with hearts missin'

    got Luther and John with us, runnin' credit card scams

    eyes red, no retinal scan

    we get cake, get it straight, then invest it in land


    (hook)


    [Loe Pesci]

    i feel like God behind these bars, every sentence is holy

    man, even my pedastal's on a level to blow me

    so you gettin' to know me, you should step to me slowly

    and know that my only interest in you's to collect what you owe me

    I ain't sweatin your shorty but if that bitch is fine

    a single line, i'll stick it to her back like a 'kick-me' sign

    on a Quest like McCody for Incredible Hulk green

    I said get me a whole P but it better be OG

    go fetch me some rollies, your connect doesn't know me

    I bet he only roll with Bunk like Detective McNulty

    your baby mama Adrianna get dumped where the hogs ate

    if she singin' like Kanye and they buildin a strong case

    she a #1 bitch and this isn't a dog race

    pull strings for the boss like Silvio Dante

    while I grin with the mob face, you say that bitch deserved it

    Mr. Perfect, crack an OJ smile when I get the verdict


    (hook)


    [Royce Da 5'9"]

    live from the psych ward, ridin' with a dyke whore

    dime, she cryin cuz she Chi-er (shyer) than a Vice Lord

    crimes committed is my life story

    I should be signed to the court-room while the district attorney writes for me

    nobody bettin against it 'cause I got deadly intentions

    ready to vent and I only need the medic's attention

    I'm more morbid than going door-to-door to record horror

    I'll put you in your trunk up under your spoiler

    I keep pushin', I beat bush when 

    I speak, more bullshit comes up outta me than the freak douchin'

    I keep lookin' for guns like police under my seat cushion

    out to complete just what the weak wouldn't

    I'm a shit starter

    so tell your bitch I'm a 10 on the dick chart, get smart 'cause I hit harder

    I'm a sick martyr

    you tryna massage the clit, I'm tryna stick my arm in her rim like Vince Carter

    (hook)
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    FREE DONUT (Donuts on the Dash)
    Produced and by DJ Kaem

    [hook]
    I got donuts on the dash, donuts on the dash

    got that shit at Petro-Can but forgot to get the gas

    I got my donuts on the dash, donuts on the dash

    got that shit at Petro-Can but forgot to get the gas (x2)

    ("FUCK YOU, DONUTS ARE AWESOME! ...and delicious")

    ("but now you must be satisfied"...fat bitch)

    [Loe & Osa]

    what you know about the coldest of winters?

    low on dro so we rollin' up pinners

    what you know about frozen donuts for dinner?

    unthaw 'em on the Golf, keep 'em warm on the engine (x2)

    know you broke when your clothes from Winners

    low on dough, we ain't rollin on spinners

    still got a little bit of dro and i'm biddin'

    double fisting cold ones, throwin bows like I'm Riddick

    all you see is blue buds through the tinteds

    like Homer Simpson, making love in the Civic

    favorite donuts on the dash while they kick it

    with the rainbow sprinkles, looking oh-so delicious...

    ("I'd sell my soul for a donut!")

    ("but now you must be satisfied"...fat bitch) 

    [Loe Pesci]

    I wouldn't buy your CD if I felt bad for you 'cause you had diabetes

    you can try and see me, maybe if you were as live as Stevie

    and grew a pair of eyes, believe me, suckers is tryna be me, 

    accidental suicide, you die skydiving tryna do fly grafitti

    on the streets, that's where everything happen now, you can ask them clowns- that you rap with now

    is that your ho gettin passed around? she got lapped around like a Nascar mound

    make it rain, like Storm from the X-Men

    a ho working the strip pole like a vixen

    porn's her profession and blow's her religion? 

    now guess where she livin'...

    on the streets, that's where she hustle now. quit Dunkin, sellin' apple fritters

    why you cashiers act like bitches? shut your trap and bag my Timbits

    she said "cream puff, you as rare as a brown Hasidic jew in a town like Venice"

    she'll let you baster her beaver tail with clustered nuts and custard fillings

    blow donut holes with lit lah, you ain't really on our tip, right?

    go get powdered like the toast man, I know you jelly on the inside...


    (hook)


    ("but now you must be satisfied"... you fat bitch)

    [Osa]

    from the moment I'm in... shiiiiiiiiit there's no holdin' back

    I'm going to win while you roll up your rim, 

    I'ma roll on your camp like the No Limit tank

    with hate in my eyes, guy, I ain't takin my time

    so you can catch your breath, you get smashed on my steps like Jazzy Jeff

    on the streets, that's where we Uncle Phil them hoes, where we got more back than Brazilians grow

    still, ho chill on the low, though my bill fold, been tippin' O's

    never waste time trying to find a date, i'm on my grind, only mess with dimes, nines and eights

    why'd I debate (wide eyed debate) and talk trash out the side of my face?

    like I would need to front...your respect? keep it punk

    you're only on point when your needle's stuck (and shit, you look like you need a lunch)

    with donuts on the dash and your shorty ridin' shotty

    she picked me up 'cause she love Osa, 36 double-double in the cup holders

    ain't nothin' changed, you're still so fuckin' lame

    so if your chicken clucks, I'll stuff her face 'til she say she ready for the double glazed

    (hook)    
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    Lyrics transcribed by Pill Grim

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