Sam Lachow - 80 Bars Part 1 lyrics

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Sam Lachow - 80 Bars Part 1 lyrics

[Sam Lachow - 80 Bars] I'm not a rapper, I just talk a lot of spit And cheef cheaper in the beacon, I'm rollin' with B skeezin The team strong, we love em' and duck em' And lead em' on I'm the teacher here’s a lesson Read along snitches, I dropped a song snitches Where’s the competition We get hifey mess around and make some wrong decisions Yeah we the ones to watch, just spent a whole day watchin' I'm at the spot poking smot with the moor gang partners Nah nah nah Say Im the only one, girl you can’t pretend You’re a groupy, you’re messing with all my rapper friends New trends but we never change We stay the same, Huckleberry say my name What's my mother loving name? Lachow, I'm making my city proud Got a pocket full of venom, embedded in black denims I sent them this track, let em' react to the fact that, I'm k**in' em', k**in' em', baby I blamed it on the dumb green yoda, mixed it with red jedi Hopping the first flight on United Airline red eye Yes I rap in my corduroy pajamies Sammy Huckleberry gosh damnit, ha ha ah Don’t hurry, f** it lets burn a blunt Cut it, gut, stuff it, hurry up Popping a bottle and pour it in a funny cup On the way to the Bahamas, in my polka dot pajamas I'm the type to roll an L up while I'm watchin' the wire I'm the type to watch a million episodes till I'm tired I'm the type to put some PB and jelly up in my belly I could be a Jimmy [?], if you were more like Grace Kelly, Sammy SlaChow, double chin bushy brow I'm doin p**y, I'm a push it in your tooshy now This I reckon got the game going wacky Like dang I'm getting Dorito stains on my khakis In the back of the whip with the town fan Knocking the jams out of your momma’s sedan, damn I remember when this sh** played I swear this song brings me back to Seattle in fifth grade I was, punkin' bullies and getting saved by the bell Crushin' on Sally May and Michelle Went from, Lunchable snacks, milk box in my knapsack Graffiti sprayed hoodies wanna strap up my backpack I'm getting a little tired of your broken promises Vick Looking at your pages seein' different numbers and sh** Now you getting mad cause I don’t wanna cuddle and sh** I mess with other chicks at least I'm using rubbers and sh** Marijuana leaves on the socks I rock now Locked out, every single door, and they locked now, get knocked down get back up Lets wrap it up, slow the beat down so I can spit it fast on these schmucks Whoa, take it real slow Gotta a little want a little more, but I don’t sell, yo I’ll tell you what [?]........ We can all live happily, I got a bag with me open half of these Pa** the purple baby, baby pa** to me before I pa** the beat back to Master P Cause my cash long and your cash hurt My gla** bong got a gla** perk I fast forward leave your back in reverse I would try a little harder but my back huuurrrt Back problems in my family gene That isn’t relevant but I just thought I’d explain My momma always told me eat all of your greens I started crack rock rap get up out of these fiends So I tore up the rules Lachow, I popped Molly before it was cool Lachow, I showed up to the cla** in shecks I never rocked Jordans my parents couldn’t afford em' Lot of girls I used to look at would never look back at me Now they plottin' with their girlfriends trying to get back at me I f**ed em' over, I f**in' told em' its f**in' over Now she sloppy drunk and I'm f**in' sober, You think I'm jokin' baby? You think your brakin' my heart but do I look broken baby? I don’t even blaze anymore, okay I'm smoking maybe I'm only sayin' baby who can you trust? I swear these girls be askin' for too much When they want me to take care of them, marry them Get on with them and bury them And on our anniversary, something special prepared for them Chill with em', be real with em', love em' and have a meal with em' On the real I don’t feel I could deal with em' You feel me though? Seattle, you feel me though? New York City, do you feel me though? And I'm done Nah I won’t charge ya for it I hate authority got a problem with law enforcement Ha ah ha alright man run that back, I'm good Lachowwww

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