OG Chops - Pharaohs lyrics

(Chorus) Pharaohs on the mic, man we so right N*ggas think they nice, but they ight Show ya how to do it every single night Pharaohs on the mic, man we so nice (x2) (Verse 1: OG Chops) N*ggas think they get it in my hometown Imma show you how it goes down Boy you think you got it, buy the whole pound I'll show you how to move a pound Grab them Dutchies, we gone burn a pound Grab them bongs, yeah they gone pa** around the town Grab her thong, we goin strong You hear her moanin to the song Yeah n*ggas we got it going on N*ggas whatchya think? Yall n*ggas going home Weed too strong it got yall gone In that zone, going home alone Ain't gettin dome from that b**h She's in my zone, she's way gone In her zone, now she's slobbin on my dome Smoke a dab, now I'm goin home N*ggas whatchya think? I'm in my zone, the pharaohs home (Chorus) Pharaohs on the mic, man we so right N*ggas think they nice, but they ight Show ya how to do it every single night Pharaohs on the mic, man we so nice (x2) (Verse 2: Burnstradamus) Smoke so much you see my kush clouds on Doppler You can talk with the chick, just know I bet a thousand I got her She loves when I come around, with the energy I bring She stand up, jump, bounce and sing Loving me while I do my thing Now that King James brought back the rings Plus Love and Irving, watch us do our thing Burnstradamus now wit a team Dually noted, the hottest on the scene Just know you can't have Columbus without us in the mentions Freefall on the beat so deep woke up in a whole other dimension Dime or not, bet I plan my plot Pa** to me cuz you know I got the shots J's all day, catchin mothaf*ckas with a D. Wade fade Atop the key, been gettin paid I don't know whatchu gettin mad for Other than we k**in the game, way past your fame Insane in the membrane, cisco kid the wrist Watch so cold, flow so cold Colder than the ice bucket challenge Homage to all with ALS But why we wasting water With droughts in California Baptized by the new age Aquarius Just warned ya, wars in our streets What the f*ck police? More like motherf*ck the police Two times motherf*ck the police Polished my pen then exposed the team Product of Imhotep So you know I go spiritual on some ghost sh*t, Casper Roll it, light it, smoke it Burn-s-t-r-a-d-a-m-u-s And I'm a relic of the zealot Pharaoh in the flesh Next kings of Ohio, Me n Chops burnin OG in the chopper Living so blessed like, so blessed like (the pharaohs) (Chorus) Pharaohs on the mic, man we so right N*ggas think they nice, but they ight Show ya how to do it every single night Pharaohs on the mic, man we so nice (x2)