Gees (feat. Schoolboy Q)

作词 : E. Ingersoll/Evan Ingersoll/M. McCormick/Malcolm McCormick/Q. Hanley/Quincey Hanley

作曲 : E. Ingersoll/Evan Ingersoll/M. McCormick/Malcolm McCormick/Q. Hanley/Quincey Hanley

Uh, ignorant-ass white kid

But I'm still bicycling and recycling

And I'm still eating Gummy Bear vitamins

All my ******* taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen

Hyper than Williams, middle son, since I was

A little one, moms had to put me on the Ritalin

Made a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt

Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums

All the best rappers are usually dead

But I'm the poison that left a widow Juliet

In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads

Coming up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed

Contagious, speaking while sedated

God *******t, make 'em want to add a couple pages to the Bible

I ain't got nothing left in my will

'cept throw it all in the casket, it's mine still

I need some backpack cast raps

Took a break just to kill the game half-ass

Set some rat traps, went to take a cat nap

Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the trash bags

Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic

Your ******* don't want my *******, then she has to be a dyke

Slap her but she like it, tell me, "Master, feed me pipe"

I'm the Scotch on the Rocks, you the Appletini type

*******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it (Gees)

*******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it (Gees)

Still ******* with these hoes, though

Bozo on these doppelg盲nger Jojos

Take a ******* to Soho for some Froyo

Tell her she gon' blow it, Romo

And now I'm out in Cali like Tone-L艒c

Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk

No joke, most ****, you just bowl smoke

How much coke you got to sell to make a boat float?

Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me "No more"

I'm a highly difficult ropes course

Pulling up to Rome on a chrome gold horse

Say "What's up?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche

Who you kidding? Your flow's warshed

I ain't from the street but I'll grill you from the porch

I been had hoes, I play sports

Her ass out the bottom of her shorts

*******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it (Gees)

*******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it (Gees)

Black James Bond and a white Shaft

Turned my daughter to a queen, turned a dollar to a dream

Flashy as high beams, smoking on good shit

Something from kush seeds, the only strand to smoke for us OG's

I'm rich - car service, no car keys

First class flight, but the last one new, *******

She ******* me and swallowed every homie I came with

MCM bag and *******, bet some ******* in it

200 dollars worth of Backwoods, we all living

Brought the gangsters back to bucket hat, how real is that?

I'm getting money, rub my tummy, that's my baller sack

Quarter million in a safe in case I get a case

*******-ass judge hating on me cause my money straight

Dropped 10 racks in all 50 states

Gon' name my next tour Million-Man March

Make a nun throw it back while I pull her scarf

She gave me head, my **** touched her cross, boss, Figg Side

*******, suck my ******* before I slap you with it (Gees)