Lurkin' lyrics

by

Das Racist


[Verse 1: Fat Tony]

Back up on a track again
Wondering why anybody anywhere at anytime would ever want to rap again
After I done trampled in
Immaculate as the Vatican
I happen to be fashioned in the passion of a hundred men
Working for the minimum
In a foreign land shop
Sweating like a lesbian that just joined a Klan rally accidentally
I dillie-dallied with a missy me till she went and quit me
Had me feeling p*ssy, blowed
Throwed like a frisbee
Ended up at the bar
I did tour with D R
But now I'm out in Cali trying to register a weed card
Once had to weed charge, but we are who we are
Big Baby Gandhi be making beats as his leisure
And when we get together we known to run it like a Caesar
I never watched Hee Haw
Cuz TV got me more confused than jigsaws of Wizard the Oz
I went against all the odds and made it

[Verse 2: Big Baby Gandhi]
Y'all rappers tell jokes, Donald Glover
Y'all lying bout the coke, Ronald Reagan
You never got the vote, George Bush
Big Baby keep my name out your rhymebook
Heads start buggin
When I start to kick it
Every time I spit a lyric, everybody wanna hear it
Everytime you do it, nobody really into it
Way we make music, something like a movement
So wild out, grow your unibrow out
Get the flock together, flap wings and fly south
Damn it feels nice like the Sprite in my mouth
Damn in feel dope like a sip of the Coke
Promethazine with the pepsi
Rest of the the team with best weed seen at the scene
With the skee I'm the best be
Chicks want to press me
Take a bite like Nestle (like the candy)

[Verse 3: Fat Tony]
Houston's my home
Yeah I own it, naw really I rent it
I rarely visit but I still am considered a tenant
Give me a minute and I'll show you why I'm first at the finish
The first to get it and the first to burst on cynics
n*ggas is gayer than Ne-Yo
The [neo-]soul and the negro
I'm the soul of the people, clothes holey like a steeple
Yeah I'm broke but we ain't equal when I'm recording like TiVo
Peep me on your Vevo
But don't touch the remote
I'm speaking on the TV more frequently than Ms. Cleo
And got your girl wetter than sailors up on a speedboat
f*ck if you're questioning if me dope
Cuz she know and she know
I'm cleaner than the head up on an eagle
Regal, when I step inside this b*tch your career's finito
Heave ho! Get your weak ass up out my seat, bro
Cuz the throne is mine, I let you sit cuz I don't like my seat cold
I sag, peep my peehole
Watch out before I left the pee flow
Splish splash, n*gga, yo b*tch got a rash, n*gga
She acting fast, you one of them "oh, it was all in the past" n*ggas
Hash, n*gga, is exactly what I'm smoking
I'm hanging out in Oakland ragin' till they let my folks in
f*ck the doorman, he can get his nose broken
But I'm a lover not a fighter got more hoes than Hobokon
Choking, like a n*gga just swallowed a bone on a bong
As I write another f*cking song

[Bridge: Fat Tony]
I'm calm but I'm hype
n*gga, I'm gone off that Sprite
I'm leaving that girl alone, she ain't my type
But the one on your arm, I could do her all night
Is that alright?

[Verse 4: Big Baby Gandhi]
Holy sh*t, I never ever gave a f*ck
Sweater costs cheddar, and the blade cost a buck
Never lost my stuff, too quick off the cuff
In the rap game, I'm boss of this stuff
So loco, my flow no joke tho
I used to let the microphone smoke burn slow
Now I burn fast, learn fast, earn cash
Let the beard grow, and I rock a mustache
Let the weirdo hop on, no bus pass
I'm a street legend
I'mma teach children
I'mma reach millions
I'mma beat civilians
BBG Vigilante
Candlelight vigils, every corner of the street
Fight crime like Superman, got no krypronite
Life is good, we got heat up in the crib tonight (We in the crib tonight)

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