Mike G - Loaded lyrics

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale b**h I'm making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael Probably sipping still cause it is my favorite flavor My beat wake the block up like "Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors" They call the po-po, I'm co*king back the 44 The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold Double O, subtract one numero from Seven Taking n***as back to school like a bus ride for adolescents Wolves plotting for their future like f**ing investments And I go so hard, that's why your b**h keep on caressing Flat iron and pressing my VCR bu*tons But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins 2010, b**h we get it in Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them b**hes be twins Doobies in Jacuzzis, white b**hes with big booties I'm a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies [Hook: Mike G] I be like hello, play them corners like their cellos It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow (I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps) Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings Know they fear me I'm a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling (I'm on the corner for you, judge me I'll destroy your lawyer Outta Luckett like Letoya, Mellow one's too Hype to bore you) [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] Girl you so sour but you're sweet like candy Let's f** in the forest, mother nature and Bambi Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be Gla** house on a beach for when I want to get Sandy Everything is dandy, ask my n***a Handy I take a strike in L.A. Lights like I'm dodging with Manny Girls drop them panties, even their aunties.. no grannies Grandma, I'm leaking on the beat like a tampon Phlegm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower d**h to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour I got the hood with me, I'm the n***a with the power Weed, c**aine, and the muthaf**in' Zannies Me and Brain lurk together like a f**ing family [Hook] [Verse 3: Mike G] I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit But my confidence brim, that means there's none after this This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict I'm f**ing sick, there's no resolution to this conflict Well, d**h might be one But there's no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come I'm a rider, garage got motorbikes in it They're confused, scratch their heads like theres f**ing lice in it Party hard, man it's Golden, have them hands foldin' Mellow keep it rollin', that's how we stay Loaded Like them fo'-fo's, they stay in them four-doors b**hes watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo's And Volvo's, because they f** with lame n***as They ain't learn? Hatin' n***as won't make your chain bigger You're comedy to me and crowds flee when your sh**'s on You get fake applause like a TV sitcom