Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Hooked On Phonics lyrics

[Intro] (That boy Cassius) [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Peewee Longway] Keep it real don't cost a ni**a nothing I don't wanna hear it, it ain't 'bout the money They ain't used to want me, now they all on me I know they jealous, they acting funny Shorty thick, I ain't talking 'bout chubby You gotta go when I'm through cumming Still having old shoebox hundreds Got her hooked on narcotics, not phonics Uh, put the bricks in the trap and they calling it yummy Big booty freak, she su*k dick with the bonnet Put a pole in the condo, they calling it Onyx Hit the dope, say my name three times like Jumanji Three-five in the Backwood, I get the munchies b*tch get that dope, then can tweak like a junkiе Twenty-eight glass bags servеd like a luncheon Line full of junkies, it look like a function Longway, b*tch [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] You hating, your blood full of jealousy You ain't real, you can't stand next to me How the fu*k you do that? With the recipe These fu*k ni**as can't get the best of me Gold on my neck, it's a treasury I walk with myself and I'm ten steps ahead of me Ha, little-bitty boy, you petty Ain't gotta ask if I'm ready fu*k what you say you gon' do to me Ain't gotta ask if I'm strapped, got two on me All of that cap sh*t ain't fooling me ni**a, this trap sh*t ain't new to me I put the pack where it's 'posed to be Gotta make sure all my ni**as got groceries [?][1:11] Got the S on the Draco like Bumblebee Ooh, I take a loss, that sh*t humble me b*tch, I'm a boss, you could come work for me Run up the sack like deep blue sea I eat the pack up like bon appétit Couldn't get it off, he got cold feet Junkies in the trap give me ARP The MPR chain with baguettes 3D The bottom of the hill got a trap by the creek [Verse 2: Peewee Longway] Gotta keep a stick, call me AR Wee Young ni**a still bought the MPA piece Run to the pack back to back like a zombie Eating up the drip, call 'em Crocodile Dundee Cook up that whip, I can serve to your auntie Balenci' Jumanji, they come from Little Italy Got Cartier frames, double G with the CC If molly bricks shining, gotta come from overseas Hit the lot, went off-white color in the seat Back then, they ain't love me, now VV my teeth Change the TV when a rich ni**a speak Got a big booty freak in a Benz GT Four sticks in the Trackhawk, riding four deep Get the bag, get the bands, then you stepping like Meech Put the rice in the pan, then you cook it like Geechees Neighborhood Crip, I'm bluer than Jeezy I can make a b*tch go, "Woo, that's Jesus" Richard Mille baguettie, the burr, new freezer I can make a b*tch break her hip with the visa Stripes on my back, I'm the referee, zebra I can make the pack disappear like cleaver AP the Patek, I ice it, Geneva Runtz in the blunt, we don't smoke on sativa Hop out Spaghetti Junction with a nina 'Bout my family, we gon' pop, Catalina I'm on Xannies, she wishing like I'm a genie Fettucini with the LV beanie Independent, but the bank keep ringing [?][2:22], but the case keep pending Two bricks, spent it on the MPA pendant Longway, b*tch [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Peewee Longway] Keep it real don't cost a ni**a nothing I don't wanna hear it, it ain't 'bout the money They ain't used to want me, now they all on me I know they jealous, they acting funny Shorty thick, I ain't talking 'bout chubby You gotta go when I'm through cumming Still having old shoebox hundreds Got her hooked on narcotics, not phonics Uh, put the bricks in the trap and they calling it yummy Big booty freak, she su*k dick with the bonnet Put a pole in the condo, they calling it Onyx Hit the dope, say my name three times like Jumanji Three-five in the Backwood, I get the munchies b*tch get that dope, then can tweak like a junkie Twenty-eight glass bags served like a luncheon Line full of junkies, it look like a function Longway, b*tch