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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]
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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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