Big Baby Gandhi - Lurkin' lyrics

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Big Baby Gandhi - Lurkin' lyrics

[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 pa**ion 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 pissy, 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***as 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** 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**h your career's finito Heave ho! Get your weak a** 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***a, yo b**h got a rash, n***a She acting fast, you one of them "oh, it was all in the past" n***as Hash, n***a, is exactly what I'm smoking I'm hanging out in Oakland ragin' till they let my folks in f** 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***a just swallowed a bone on a bong As I write another f**ing song [Bridge: Fat Tony] I'm calm but I'm hype n***a, 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**, I never ever gave a f** 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 pa** 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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