Punchline - Pick N Roll lyrics

[Intro: Consequence talking] What the f** Matthew? [Hook: Consequence] (You know how this...) You know how the stick up go, pick and roll (You know how we...) You know how we pimp these hoes, pick and roll (Hit you with the...) Hit you with the sickest flows, pick and roll (So pa** that, show me where the cash at) [Verse One: A.L.] Ayo I came to set this Get in the club and never get frisked You always stress this Cause you never on the guest list So come and check this All the girls wanna s** this I leave impressions without a necklace or a Lexus I'm leaving ex's Stressed out after he met this I'm having breakfast in Suave House out in Texas I make it right You wanna battle go and take a bite I know you hate it right, go ahead and just break the ice [Verse Two: Mike Zoot] Stepper (What?) Fall and twist me like Webber The Wizardly King, scent of lye up on my ledger Green house effect, the blood mixed with chlorophyll Swamp Thing, ganja man, blood shot grill Build two El-Producto's Black as f**, lucky me, twist trees like Mack truck It done hit me The hand itch be scratched for 50 40 at the worst, the other 10 on the first Of the month, love blunt Smoking with the head nurse Bursting on the brain, I leave a permanent stain No distractions from my motive, no aim Strain my eye, see far Against the grain, charge the game to my name [Hook] [Verse Three: Matt Fingaz] P.I.M.P Play my position Got some sh** around my neck, heard your shine was missing Got a kid Zooted out, Cons' is crushing his women Start punching and kicking when Punch is spitting Yo you want more? Pick and roll You want more? I f** the sh** out this beat and I'm still hitting it slow Yo I work down her back till her spine is snapped Showed you [?] and you thought it was Matt I got a car full of gas and a pocket of cash Feel like Raekwon on Rap Life rocking with Tash Making it last Break dancing and I'm waiting to smash Saw a shorty at the Tunnel and I'm making a pa** "Yo come over here sweetheart, get in the Rover" Found out I'm S double now you sweating a soldier Matt Fingaz breaking records like Maguire and Sosa Calling every single shottie when you fire a holster [Hook] [Verse Four: Punchline] Take two pull move over Lose all composure Always need a chauffeur Never drive sober But I'll bone her If she's 18 and over She gave me head until I fell in a coma On the wanted poster Mic in the holster On the run with Poke in a 4 point Rover You're brains slow You kicking that same flow I'm married to the game and money's my main hoe I pick and roll [Verse Five: Wordsworth] Her body, weight, sizes and shapes all black or mix Hard to find but easy to replace Met her wearing raggedy shoes with my sister and mother Spit the perfect game and took her straight out of the gutter Little more game a little more revenue Mess with big balling professionals Plus she's bis**ual Listen to rap Something that I like That was right up my alley Said she work but her job was on strike First night, fingered her, tried to score Told me about her cousin Who helps her when she's stuck, plus he shines the floors Put me in a different frame of mind Wanted her to be my spare but was a one night stand Couldn't cross the line Other cats try to pick her up Had her in the palm of my hand Till I seen her in the arms of my man That's part of the game plan Understand, hold it y'all Don't be vexed what you expect When you pick and roll with a bowling ball Now that's a metaphor for your a** [Outro: Consequence] Yo, that's what happen kid. When you mess with n***as getting it. And n***as who spitting it. Cons to the quence. Punchline Wordsworth. A.L. Guesswyld. Mike Zoot. That's it n***a!