Fat Jon - Skin Huntin lyrics

[Hook 2x] With nothing, rags to riches and kids frontin' With skins on they arm it makes 'em feel like something If the skins can't get took, you need to un-love 'em And continue the mission in life of skin huntin' [Verse 1: FatJon] No star status I get treated like one I don't smuggle no guns, I'm just folding up 1's Driving a piece of sh**, scooping all the dips Kids who can't understand demand a reason for the script "Why's it happen like that?" while my adjectives fat I tell 'em "no need to ask and don't sweat my role as a cool n***a" Do yours, I'll do mine in the mixture Representing in life as a hiphop fixture My man Stress [?] me how to eat with no cheese How to tornado watch by looking at the trees Skins see me as an ultimate temptation Don't think about getting over, there's nothing above I leave the hungriest nut-sweaters thirsty for love I leave 'em waiting like peasants who witnessed decapitation Now my scratch level grows as my batch of skins inflate I don't mean to be great Cause I was born to have a mate with no steak on my plate I persist to eat the fish Relax with a satellite dish to channel switch It's not mine; neither's the fish on which I dine But a dime who thinks I'm the sh**, like lime green pine I'm different, so don't compare me to another Cause they can't hang yo, and you can ask my lover [Hook 2x] With nothing, rags to riches and kids frontin' With skins on they arm it makes 'em feel like something If the skins can't get took, you need to un-love 'em And continue the mission in life of skin huntin' [Verse 2: Pase Rock] [?] like LL As justification of taking her and doing her swell I won't tell if she won't, but even if she does it won't matter 'Cause I got it real cool with her cuz' And my bill time's coming, no need to be flipped on Acting like a jerk but my lights are on I never wanted to sell d**, just to get loot I'd rather have twenty-two chickens with open pocket books Its not wrong, if its consensual and conventional means Of making stacks eventually breaks your back I'll admit, you can't like this all your life But it's fun while it lasts, keep on getting the cash brother [Hook 2x] With nothing, rags to riches and kids frontin' With skins on they arm it makes 'em feel like something If the skins can't get took, you need to un-love 'em And continue the mission in life of skin huntin' [Verse 3: FatJon] If the bills get paid, the time to relax is here What do I hear? A jeep pulling up in the rear Of my apartment complex, that's great Another cheque, new kicks and slacks, and a peril from Cheryl My door's unlocked because I'm ready for the haps To unfold like [?] She's fresh from a photo shoot with mad cheese From modelling agencies, and keys hanging in my face Go up the way to get some eats I have a space that needs to be filled with nourishment And beverage No d** or alcohol, I need to be tested I'll be right back, I saw my kids on the block Get in; our mission: straight to the spot I forgot the time, it matters not The platter's still heated; from the spot, I know she'll eat it Return to the rest, she sleep, I'm out Beat it! The clock, I must Use thrust on streets like light-speed in the jeep Reach maximum velocity, lab: my destination Saw Pase Rock and Optic graph dating Listening to Five Deez, they gave me props for the piece I gave them props for the graph, hit the gas and laughed Make my return like nothing happened I told her "heater's in the kitchen" Wipe my brow with a napkin [Hook 2x] With nothing, rags to riches and kids frontin' With skins on they arm it makes 'em feel like something If the skins can't get took, you need to un-love 'em And continue the mission in life of skin huntin' [Outro: FatJon] One moment for a public service announcement The views shared on this song aren't necessarily the views shared by every man that you'll ever meet in the universe, so just know, as you look into the eyes of someone who looks into your eyes and apparently sees nothing, they're skin hunting Forever!