Caleb Stone - Savion Glover lyrics

Verse 1: Alexander Spit Yah, I'm writing this from a mansion in Santa Monica yeah And I'm on the roof, almost famous yelling Geronimo eh So I'll be Clyde and you'll be Bonnie today Living up that higher level healings til them Shamans relate Okay I'm top shelf --- my shades John Belushi, blues brother Coupes have a in a Honda hoopty Booty on my lap softer than a chocolate souffle Body like a ... swear to God I'll get his crew friends (?) --------------------------------------------------------- Looking like VHS playbacks and dangerous minds We got an opus from Caleb, yeah that's my favourite kind (?) With a slow cop tryna get us, that's my favourite swine So next time you see me out in New York New York Just throw that peace sign up at me like I'm too short too short I'm tapping on the beat wearing penny loafer cleats Jammin' Nas onto the track now that metaphor's complete (?) (SPIT) Verse 2: Cashius Green Genuine pony, playing I just hit the stogie It be days like these when a n***a thing baloney (?) I don't eat it, yeah you know you can't repeat it This girl got me chain smoking her p**y, so conceited And I ain't tryna fight the case, I'm just tryna beat it Like handy man, 2 weeks later semen I got a demon, I don't teach 'em, k** the leaders, ------- And burn up every single Madea tape in the red box Smoking wax by the dreadlocks If you live by the --- the number one be a head shot n***a you better not, before I cop a cot And Russell Brand your Mamma with the Cocaine crops Who tryna watch me? Who tryna spot me? Turn this motherf**ing house into a lobby In a Rari, who gon' stop me? I'm already on E that's money making Muhammad Ali Verse 3: SPEAK! Uh, I wanna ball like a young Paul Wall (Whoa) I wanna drink like an old Scott Hall So, Roald Dahl if you got the giant peach Mamma didn't mean to reach, now I'm slurring with my speech I'm a (POSE) Throw them nickers keep moist I came up out the void, had a couple hundred joys And all I wanna shoot is who don't wanna be them boys Got some groupies on my loins but I wouldn't share a coin With a b**h, who was pantie-less, Kiss her with my henny lips Cut a couple corners, get her naked then I penny pinch Nipples like a cray fish and I'm into bondage (?) I could break your heart quicker than I break a promise Honest, engine, fire, water, pale face The worlds evil, better start saying grace Y'all no's try fishing with the jail bait You'll never catch this, spraying on your dinner plate Verse 4: Mike G Aye yo, what use is a plane? If you have no one to fly it? Push hands from over my eyelids, I try it, to make em riot Say who's something I bet they never thought I'd be inside it So hot, my aviators have my flyer than your pilot You perfect it then they buy it And if I sold d** I could keep it on the low so nobody would know But my connect in my client, So at times, move in silence This is like buried treasure, metal detectors probably find it Run a race what do you wonder? Riders for the runners, don't rush But told my brother I'd be rich by next summer Cos in my mind there's no waiting for time In this ravenous, impatient restating of mind A young Bob Marley in his prime S'only like one and only You have step in, I'm a hardcore legend like Michael Foley Going slowly, Even locked in a cell you couldn't hold me Takes practice, get it mastered, with this flow and I'm a pro see?