Loaded lyrics

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale
b*tch I'm making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael
Probably sipping still cause it is my favorite flavor
My beat wake the block up like "Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors"
They call the po-po, I'm c*cking back the 44
The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold
Double O, subtract one numero from Seven
Taking n*ggas back to school like a bus ride for adolescents
Wolves plotting for their future like f*cking investments
And I go so hard, that's why your b*tch keep on caressing
Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons
But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins
2010, b*tch we get it in
Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them b*tches be twins
Doobies in Jacuzzis, white b*tches with big booties
I'm a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies

[Hook: Mike G]
I be like hello, play them corners like their cellos
It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow
(I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack
Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps)
Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings
Know they fear me I'm a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling
(I'm on the corner for you, judge me I'll destroy your lawyer
Outta Luckett like Letoya, Mellow one's too Hype to bore you)
[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
Girl you so sour but you're sweet like candy
Let's f*ck in the forest, mother nature and Bambi
Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be
Glass house on a beach for when I want to get Sandy
Everything is dandy, ask my n*gga Handy
I take a strike in L.A. Lights like I'm dodging with Manny
Girls drop them panties, even their aunties.. no grannies
Grandma, I'm leaking on the beat like a tampon
Phlegm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on
We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer
Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower
Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour
I got the hood with me, I'm the n*gga with the power
Weed, cocaine, and the muthaf*ckin' Zannies
Me and Brain lurk together like a f*cking family

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mike G]
I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit
But my confidence brim, that means there's none after this
This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict
I'm f*cking sick, there's no resolution to this conflict
Well, death might be one
But there's no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come
I'm a rider, garage got motorbikes in it
They're confused, scratch their heads like theres f*cking lice in it
Party hard, man it's Golden, have them hands foldin'
Mellow keep it rollin', that's how we stay Loaded
Like them fo'-fo's, they stay in them four-doors
b*tches watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo's
And Volvo's, because they f*ck with lame n*ggas
They ain't learn? Hatin' n*ggas won't make your chain bigger
You're comedy to me and crowds flee when your sh*t's on
You get fake applause like a TV sitcom