The Dutchmater - Juke Off lyrics

[The Dutchmaster] On swerve/spittin' verbs/so I'm slurrin' most my words Two different type of herbs/tell me which would you perfer? I can teach you to Dutchy/No it ain't too hard to learn Damn that b**h got curves/so I'm fena act concearned I intend on f**in' up her perm Hands on the reigns while she durb Drivin' slow while I serve If you don't like to smoke/you's a nerd Business poppin/Lace my pockets Got the J's/Need the Rodmans N if you ain't know muf**er those are Converse Copped kicks when I got on with the chronic (Chorus)x2 sh** we fena have a juke off/straight jukin' in the trap with my shoes off Got my iPhone/Jukin' off my Boost phone/had a cutie pie/only got two zones No yay/got the hay/smokin' hay/potent hay Got homeboys that float the hay/playa plays Clock on me/like flava flav/without the chain Money clock for dana danes/smokin flame Bra** monkey turn dutch orangutan I'm like Kurt Colbain mixed with Kirko Bangz Drove down to H-Town just to f**in' swang If you got woofers in ya trunk/let em f**in' wang See myself in the benz jeep/my b**h rockin Fendi Your b**h in love with the scent of me These rap cats/naw they ain't no friends to me Puffin' Nestale and Hersey flavored Sensami (Chorus)x2