Spose - Crab Cakes lyrics

[Intro: Cam Groves] Yo, Cam Groves and I'm back in that a** Cam Groves P Dank, motherf**ers, P Dank Yo, Envy on the beat Cam Groves and I'm back in that a** Wells, Maine [Verse 1: Cam Groves] Remember when Velour was cool? No? Well that's what I wore to school All I ever could afford to do Was go to the store and drool over Jordan shoes Then [?] people wonder why they're cool And I learned it took more than hundred dollar shoes Pants sagging, haven't switched the stance At least I'm not a hipster in my sister's pants (f*g) Damn, Cam, baby, tall and thin I give a f** about the car that you're ballin' in It all depends what I ball point pen Girl, when we break up, I'ma call your friend ‘Cause when the day comes I appeal to fans I'll be fending off women with a shield in hand Put your hands up if you're feeling Cam And wave 'em all around like a ceiling fan [Interlude: Mr. Harps] Mic check, one two (Doc Joshua!) I like the sound of that Check, check, check Want me to drop it this time? Mr. Harps (f** you!) [Verse 2: Mr. Harps] Almost out of high school, evening, driving high beams 1995, blasting Raekwon's "Ice Cream" Watch as [?] speed off and dodge the cops Two twelves an alpine this Pontiac Grand LeMans Uncle [?] shotty, quoting "La Di Da Di" That's when music was the sh** and I'm not talking potty Hotties [?] sk**s [?] rhyme set I already clenched the scene, I wasn't even on my grind yet Fast forward fifteen, sick performance, healthy Hardest workin' man in Maine and pop, I don't even have an LP Who else be on a plane with Cam, Spose? But unless security searches again, they say I can't go Damn, yo, I got plans at home Promoting the [?] Sandbag and khaki show Now that's a pro, two in the confessional Because I rock with the smash music festivals, what? [Interlude: Spose] Spizzy Spose in this motherf**er, s** a dick! Lick my balls and my nuts and my ball sack I do it for the kids Peter Sparks [Verse 3: Spose] Wells till Hell, 207 till Heaven Who you know blows rhymes? I'm tighter than a crevice Flow cold like Winter with no clothes Game flipped upside down like a snow globe Still grounded like flights in a blizzard Me and Groves rolled those, late nights with the scissors So adamant, scheming out loud SBs on the ottoman, slacking not allowed Perform long sets till my wallet convex Pirated my sh**, now I'm on deck, John Depp Be attentive to the things I say And this time next year, you could be in my place, bub ‘Cause by then, I'll have vacated it and skated To a place with nice drapes and catering (Crab cakes) I made a big dog out of small cat Pete Sparks, lick my balls and my nuts and my ball sack And my nuts