Under The Hood

Hit with a dilemma

A dip with an umbrella at my cellar

Let her in quick, the medicine sip, whatever

I'm clever on some accapella shit, that's my main strength

But never been too bad, as well, uh, at this gettin brains thing

I think the light's dim

Not the type to fight gin

And bent like, psyched to hit the bed and strike skins

Right then the phone ringin, but left it-

Blowing in the night

Like the west wind crescent

My preference is a heavy snare yes, instead

Of some soft shit

Got a sweaty pair of breath mints

The stars be glowing, We spark shit, holdin

Hands and, uh

Gold be the cardio and stamina

Top physical condition when I'm kissin

Switchin' my footwork, I cook birds chicken

She took off my cardigan, she told me start again

I'm gettin more bad ******* than Mad Martigan

With no candles, R&B stanzas or glamorous clothes

I rock no-brand sandals

I'm dealing with fans, you're dealin with man-hoes

It's romance - and more porn than Sancho

I never snuff lights

And Havin' rough nights, but I must live up to my rep, right?

Touch ice, but my blood warm

Snuff any nickname, when he gets semi-drunk

It's a shit-storm

And some more couldn't hurt

Mix up love and war like porn, rum and Pepsi One for a skirt

Yikes, but I just wanna get done nicely - and

Yo girl your skirt's what entice me

Yo, I'm a do it like this -

Ask you if you love it so, if so, it's on

And boo, if you love his flow, it's Gold, and yo

It's all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood?

Yo, I'm a do it like this -

Ask you if you love it so, if so, it's on

And boo, if you love his flow, it's Gold, and yo

It's all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood?

I heard it through the grapevine

Word's groupies got the eyes on the crew

And psyched to get attached loosely at the waistline

Booty makes my day, yo

The bassline boogie nights

Gotsta groove crazy with them cutiepies

Seventies shit

You bet me, I will never be rich

I need to get me a celebrity *****

Cheque

The kid can't afford Hennessy

But swish many more cheap 40's than you weak whores will ever sip

And rap effortless

Blessed with a certain effervescence

The better beef-curtain spreader specialist

Specifics, Yo, don't get it twist

Drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice

Tryin' to get to paradise

No asparagus, just a pair of dice, dominos and some Sheridan's

Solid gold providence

In the hottest nights, get the halls hyped wall to wall with a squad of hoes

And all of this

A life of pantyhoes, expansive heights, patios and random fights

Yo my boys got cameos

Dance in the rain with phantoms- all happy like we back again

I could never end it better than the last LP

So take a picture actually

Let the image help me

Remember when it fade, like a dream And I

Pass my name, and dash off yo to rap with

Demons

Yo, I'm a do it like this -

Ask you if you love it so, if so, it's on

And boo, if you love his flow, it's Gold, and yo

It's all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood?

Yo, I'm a do it like this -

Ask you if you love it so, if so, it's on

And boo, if you love his flow, it's Gold, and yo

It's all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood?