The Uppercla** Men - Ecossais (Scotch) lyrics
[Verse 1: Maverick HD] Mic Check 1, 2, 3, I'm Mike Jack, A B C So Off the wall, Shinobi This my game, I'm Kobe My pen game is ball point My ball game is game point I jump, shoot, and score, Game over, round of applause And I'm like yes, As I ash out my cigar I might pa** out, this go hard Throw my top hat on the wall So we met, I don't recall - Leave your name & your number I promise, I promise, I promise I'll never call Cause I got mine already, Anytime I call she ready Yours is soap box, my chevy, And If yours bad, mine deadly Uh, Diamondback, Caddilac man we on a stroll It's the wolf pack, jet black, lookin kinda cold Coal make diamonds, Look at this, priceless You scrounging for the scraps, Uppercla** eat like Lions Ball so hard try to find me where the sirens Find me somewhere where the Sun match the climate Chorus Drinking Scotch, With my gla** half full Maybe neat or on the rocks, Feet up, no socks Just watch As the sun kiss the gla** rim Looking at a bad thing That you only see in magazines Ah! So smooth to the taste As I grab her by the waist And kiss her on her face like Muah! And kiss her on her face like Muah! And kiss her on her face like [Verse 2: Mr. Harris] My purpose purposely perfect In public publicly punish you Pulverize punching powers Proposition Properly punctured Pistol piss on your Presence My presence presents a present Purchase proper protection Pursuit of providing problems Im acustommed to victimizing Legally legalizing My lions roar in alliance You lallygag and you lying You Undefined my appliance You trailed through triumph and triumphed Its nothing but a reflection Dissecting seconds injected Subconscious dreams departed my direction Painted art of extraction So excuse my inception Bunsen burner I'm hot I'm giving it all I got Celebration let's take a shot Chivas regal on deck while I'm drinking scotch Chorus Drinking Scotch, With my gla** half full Maybe neat or on the rocks, Feet up, no socks Just watch As the sun kiss the gla** rim Looking at a bad thing That you only see in magazines Ah! So smooth to the taste As I grab her by the waist And kiss her on her face like Muah! And kiss her on her face like Muah! And kiss her on her face like [Verse 3: Maverick HD & Mr. Harris] God,oh lord please help me Spiritually distracted by the rich and the wealthy Damn I wreak of success all the haters can you smell me Not American gangsters we gone blow up like that Shelby AH! The U.C.M. honor roll Heart is a brick of ice, body language North Pole Cooked up a batch of testaments, put it all in your bowl Fate don't have hands so you'll never know what the future holds Pardon me I'm just different..... Pardon me I'm just different..... You n***as are Quaker oats Your b**hin' forever instant Cut from a different cloth Mr. Harris keeping his distance Living In Sin Forever, The dawn's on the Horizon Keep my feet on solid ground, but it's too late, I'm flying See the bottom of the gla** is like looking through my soul And by the time I put down, I already lost Control...