Sam Lachow - 80 Bars Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Sam Lachow] Man f** the rest of you wussies I swear I'm fresher than the frozen food section you p**y p**y keep tryna push me I'll push you under the couch Lachow, Ima die wit a blunt in my mouth I been around long enough that I think it's safe to say You should put a huckleberry in when you saying my name Theres not a gang in the game that can hang wit the rap boys Tell me little homie whats a charmander to a blastoise My coffee black, my water fiji, this worlds crazy My friends rap, my hood hustles, my girls a waitress On tour, Last stop, I met mad friends, Blew mad pot Wait, That flow s**s, You f**s need to get off that flows nuts Ima hop into a buick say goodbye to my b**hes and leave em in the rear view Get a blunt and a bottle and zip around a couple hours, till we end up in another little city near you Andre nickatina taught me how to smoke And teenage mutant ninja turtles taught me how fight Not a lots changed since my last EP The same kid same rider i just bought a better bike RIP to mac dre And ima keep it that way When i finally make it down to the bay, ima shut it down Start a couple riots on the way, ratatatataa Thank you 80 bars come again times 2 From the mind that brought you the rhymes That got you to grind the pot u rollin up myy dude Im glad we got this chance to slow it down a bit Cause ever bar i spit is money, no counterfeit And i been working on my temper, toned it down a bit Cause i might f** around and have me a lachowder fit My homies know what im talkin bout, they clown a bit My little brother just graduated im proud of him Take your diploma homie look to the skies I look at him and recognize that same look in his eyes Damn, do i still got the spirit i see in him Do i still got the hunger thats deep within Am i, still the kid with a candy store in my closet Stealin hershy's from deli and sellin em back for profit Ive always been a hustler thats a fact Never much of a pimp, but i could mac I think its time for us to pick another beats Now lets get back to the ratchet before i fall asleep Last weekend i partied in cincinatti Met a girl on twitter thought she was s**y and had a fatty So i brought to the homes crib she told me she was 19 She look the part and who the hell am i to check her ID It sounds s*utty don't it? I had a s*utty moment I made a rule against it sh** i already broke it Im 22 and im already on tour Im getting money makin music i already want more Im a skinny coo cat from the city, right You wanna smoke a couple bats sh** im wit, aight Till you took a couple pulls, you was babysittin too Now your high as hell next thing u know im baby sittin you Im an ignorant jerk, that was my ignorant verse Rappin bout b**hes and drug, instead of women i love It seem like just yesterday i was a seventh grade newbie I still remember that day i felt on my first black booty Tanieka thought i was cute swear she was feelin me too She be like thats my little whiteboy, she like aw thats my boo But....she tellin me im just a friend woah... I never got to get it in no.. 8th grade ima run the rest of the year Ima feel on my first tities i feel the s** in the air Ha, a youngin looking for a little romancing I swear this song brings me back to hella middle school dances Little advances grindin on precilla and candace Feelin romantic trying not to k** all my chances She finally said im not a friend...woah I finally got to get it in...yo But naw baby u won't get more from me I got enough friends already, and i don't need more buddies I need a girl wit a job, one who can roll up the bud, baby I don't want no scrubs I need a girl who really wit it if i ask her to she'll a burner wit her If i want the mona lisa she gone paint a perfect picture And ill give the same love back I promise ill give the same love back Call me sammy huckleberry lachow But kinda scarier now I got a tour to run tomorrow hitting various towns And you may find me in your city but im barely around I don't think of the future im chillin here in the now Sammy Lachow Sa-a-a-a-a-m Sa-a-a-a-a-a-m S-a-a-mmy Lachow, no man That sh** makes me feel like the motherf**er of all motherf**ers!