Chuck Inglish - The Art of Noise lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] My moments before it is all that I know Slow rollin like a wheel barrel It's so real that I Had to take a chill pill still chillin Head on my pillow staring at this drywall ceiling Finna keep spinnin like some hundred spoke knockoffs Customized Pontiacs with the roofs chopped off Laundered washin my buffalo bills like a mom would Cross it number six royal blues Carolina lace lock Hare air jordans like "What up Doc?" Pop! And thats just the start We kick this ill live rap sh** from the heart I grew up on it like it was my second language art So don't ever question the John spark cause we'll knick ya Slippin like Rose did Andre Miller Can you feel it, grab a gla** then fill it Let's toast *pop* IT'S A CELEBRATION b*tchES [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Sipper old waller, ooh she wallows to the breezes She said she was in college and her momma was on TV The weather lady channel 9, seein' where you getting it from Seein that you seein something bout me that alarms you Trust me if it's musty I ain't try to be up on you, (nope) Dancing all dizzy with that liquor all all up on you, spillin She drunk, she a flashlight lights tryin to warn you She bone you if she want to Range Rover sports taste Polo the cologne, and my closets like a horse race North face, bubble cause its chilly where I'm livin I can tell you how the fork tastes, eatin like a villain In the Caddi De Ville, pops pulled up in it Then minutes ticked by then I hoped in with him We was headed to the mall cause them 12s just came out Listen to Sugar Hill not a cloud to bring the rain out I can't count numbers in the same amount It ain't sh** to a plumber if you bringin him out Now think about it 'fore you empty the mouth, I'm out