Sandpeople - Ba**man lyrics

[Hook: OnlyOne] See me when you see me, come if you want it Admit it there isn't a problem you wanted The people that know say I keep it one hundred See me, my peoples be deep in the hundreds Uh-huh, whatever keeps the fiends coming back Always keep a G front to back Ba**man, hit 'em like...that, like that [Verse 1: OnlyOne] You yell like... *scream* I hit 'em with the twelve like... *gun-shot* Then they ring the bells like... *police sirens* The beat from Notti's psychotic, with bodies that's on it I'm Johnny Mnemonic If it was made by LRG then I probably got it I roll with a pound of each strain It's my dough, I count it each day Shut the f** up! What you know about the weed game?! If the cops come, my sh** going down a sink drain The beat from Notti's knocking, the paparazzis watching Get k**ed like Johnnie Cochran What that pill like? Oxycontin? What you need in life, I got it for a even price You screaming like... I freedom fight... I'm getting bread, yeah I'm f**ing with triple beams at night The infrared, get abducted by a beam of light You think I'm ducking you but man, that ain't even right [Hook] [Verse 2: Illmaculate] I try to keep pace, I ride the heat wave I write the [...] cause life's a screenplay And if so, you don't know what part I got I roll drunk while I'm toasting Bacardi shots So what? Call the cops! They'll probly bring coffee If you say I'm "doing doughnuts" in the parking lot Load up, target locked Flashing like reporters' cameras I put that nail in your coffin, we go to war with hammers I'm bored with rappers recording practise, and I adjust Exploring boundaries since normal standards ain't high enough Kinda drunk, high as f**, driving up Trying to act sober, life is tough then you pa** over Cash low when my hat's lower You George Clooney in a war movie You only know how to act soldier I'm that cold and I Stat Quo'd it In rap mode I slap hoes and I act volgar [Hook] [Verse 3: Goldini Bagwell] This is something I do best Load one up and take it to the head, like Russian roulette North by new West, my dude, we're too fresh So who's next to fly over the Cuckoo's Nest? They call me Mr. Good Stuff The way I hook that [...] cook up like a sous-chef And I can guarantee all the little fiends Will quite literally "love it to d**h" (get it?) There's only a few left The connect's running low on his toes, ducking a few Feds, no Payments unfold if you don't go direct [...] switching hands with the brief case, not take that! 30 percent taxes of threat; that's high stakes for cheapstakes You wanted that crack so we gave you freebase And that sh** hits, don't you agree? Keep face [Hook]