STS - Bullsh** lyrics

[Verse STS] Cannabis connoisseur, two creams in my Kahlua Lipstick on my lapel, [cristobal?] out of Cuba Follow as I maneuver, luxury tag [Hueler?] Labels don't make me hot, b**h, ain't no n***a cooler Slicker than Slick Rick the Ruler She my little La Di Da Di, she compliments my dougie My life's an after party, we hot as warm wasabi I toast to that [wasaki?] Got Polo on my body, she wants to be my jockey Flyer than Philly hockey, high as the chilly rocky So cool they call it co*ky, pockets on [?] [?] [??????] Full joints of gooey got me All eyes [?] we should go see my n***a [?] Bartender [?] [?] [?????] My sh** is candy coated [???????] I put that sh** in drive, I got my money right [[[[????]]]]] I put that little money aside [Hook] [Dolce?] on my neck, the [cardiar?] on my sleeve I [??] on my b**hes, [Louie?] boots to her knees [???] O.G. in the easy, put some smoke in the breeze [????????] the bullsh** [Verse 2 STS] [?] crystallized reefer, potent strain of sativa Doing doobies [?], hitting bowls of the diesel [?] skirting the Regal [Bumping verses from Sigel?] Don't wake my neighbors up, boy, these some conservative people Shin-digging is busy, grinding hash and the sticky Rolling that in the blizzy, filling up my gla** to the tippy Shorty flashed me the vickie, rude if I ask for a quickie I just pa**ed her the 'L', and said I be back in a jippy The Illustrious hit me and held my ambiance They feel my movement, they dig my renaissance They want to move with me, be my little confidant I talk that fly sh**, hot sh** that's what she want Make sure you know my steez, twenty-three [DNG's?] Excel and Polo tee's, rolling white widow weed Higher than willow trees, ladies be loving my leads They digging on my fly, but there's one thing I believe [Hook] [Verse 3 Kyle Lucas] I got these haters all salty, I'm laid up by this palm tree Puffing on Jumanji got my zoned out like a zombie And it's [haunting], not hard to see I know she only wants me These fire rhymes, these bomb beats get kicked to the curb like concrete And now I'm with this Spanish chick, complexion like Ashanti Lays around the pool all day just listening to her R&B I'm sorry, not hardly, your body makes it hard to leave But I'm more Mobb Deep f** Jon B I'm offensive now girl pardon me And Slim he hit me on the phone and informed me about this party Scantly cladded women that will double pump my heart beat Hopped up in the whip quicker than liquor hitting my arteries Blew a kiss up to that last chick, I'll call you, don't call me And I'm bad, b**h, with a bad b**h Treat baddest like they average My status; established These chicks open like catfish This lifestyle that we living now, damn it's just so lavish And I smoke the best pineapple express; roll up some of that cabbage I'm G.O.L.D