Giraffe pus*y lyrics

[Intro: Ras Kass]
Ah. Lions and Lakers. I am Ras Kass representing C-Arson California with my n*gga Bishop Lamont. And representing the D, Apollo Brown and Nickel. Royce Da 5'9"!

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I could swim the English Channel with all these arms I got
Fully automatic karma tryna disarm my plot
I’m honorin’ invites to fight, just wait there
I’m givin’ out beats like the Dre pair
I’m comin’ with straps like a straight jacket
Nah I ain’t puttin’ nothin’ on Worldstar
I’m creepin’ on yah, keep it under your hat like Sway hair
Nickel, Razzy and Crook’ll spark
The thought that’ll triple author the book of sharks
I told my Phantom driver
I said “Phantom driver, take me to the Opera
Waited ’til we got there, then I shot him
Just so we could look the part
My b*tch just sit in my bed and wait for me
Even though all the threads’ snazzy, she never wear ‘em
Your b*tch a chickenhead, mines is inconspicuous
Even on Twitter, I crack her head if she don't use an egg avi
I've been possessed since the Nature Of The Threat drop
Jordan shoe of recordin', you a whore to your label, your label a sweatshop

[Hook: Xzibit]
I feel so inspired, never kneel to a false messiah
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Push me, I'm no liar, flatten you n*ggas like 4 flat tires
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
I'm higher than your ascendin' messiah
On the original Easter, supernatural creature
I'm tryna Worldstar every mothaf*ckin' feature
Kick you while you're down in the face, Sharkeisha
n*ggas is lame, playin' a knockout game
I hope all your mothers get the same, real talk
This is hip hop on bath salts
I be in the streets like lanes, litter and asphalt
Why am I such an as*h*le? Probably my dad's fault
It's an Austin thing, n*gga
Little rock, big cop
Time is money; the guap is tick-tock
Landed a 'copter in the jungles, me and Rick Rock
Hopped out and showed the Bloods respect
'Cause I love the West, plus I got love for Hex Murda
That means I love the D, what up though?
My Cal d'in b*tch gun tote, nickel plated snub nose
So run home
I be seein' rappers out standin' in the front row
Secondhand blunt smoke
For my n*ggas in the pen playin' tunk though
Bring 'em 85 off that 36 months though

[Hook: Xzibit]
I feel so inspired, never kneel to a false messiah
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Push me, I'm no liar, flatten you n*ggas like 4 flat tires
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]
I can show you how real style gets spit
Lava, underwater
Volcanic my standard, I incinerate your blah blah
You too green, new to this thing
You soft n*ggas sweet like guava
I like my b*tches kinky, swallow nut like German lager
Speakin' of German, I go off like V2's
My word play is D-Day if I choose
I'm unenthused with you phony dudes and your crews
You Ali G in Borat
Talk sh*t, I'm on your front porch like a doormat
What you say?
I'm SoCal, Carson City my locale
I've been at this since n*ggas used to go see Cal
Yeah, you ride my di*k, too many on it like a slave ship
My penmanship's a scorpion's tail tip, poison
Deadly, I put lead in yah, more guts the merrier
I'm Gonna Git You Sucka [?] like Hayes but never slippin'
Slip the clip in, it's a wrap, get mummified
Play Egyptian, Mumm-Ra, cartoon, your description
Make you poof like Harry who? I'm no magician
Listen, phony formats, don't f*ck with none of that

[Hook: Xzibit]
I feel so inspired, never kneel to a false messiah
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Push me, I'm no liar, flatten you n*ggas like 4 flat tires
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y
Gettin' higher than giraffe pus*y