Wax - New Crack lyrics

[Intro:] We got a million views Bout to drink a billion brews In honor of the millionth view of this New Crack video 3 years ago I put it up there I had to do a little recording [Verse 1:] Yo coming to you live and direct from the belly of the Sentra It's big Wax, Dunny, and I'm at it again, bro I park when I spit not to press my luck Cause I ain't got no insurance and if I wreck I'm f**ed But when I ride beats, you couldn't deny that Cause you could use every syllable as a high hat Rewind that And you'll find that To rhyme that I just spit was perfect Reverse it, half it double time that Anyway you want it, fam Ask my momma, man You could see a Mic in my sonogram I got my first tooth in the booth And I wrote my first hook in a coloring book And back then, my rhymes was outside the line And still are, Phones lose reception when I k** bars I heard your sh**, my ear's still scarred Should've turned it down like opening a pill jar f** Jake, We gon' wake and bake I make papes when I battle all you fakes for cake But now it's time for a station break We wilding out! [Hook: Instrumental] [Verse 2:] Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo eh yo Hey yo, spitting lyrics over this music, that is my calling Rappers stepping to me eventually they be falling East coast, to the West coast, U-hauling King of San Diego, last name should be Stahlman Balling! Now I reside in Hollywood Your girl called me milk cause your boy did her body good Yeah, she got the calcium But she really couldn't tell cause her mouth be numb She like: {Onomatopoeia of a girl attempting to talk whilst Her mouth is numb from dick s**ing} She's always down She reminds me of the teacher from Charlie Brown I'm just a musical genius With a beautiful penis And magical balls Tickle in them vaginal walls Ladies sit back and applause Right after you cum I spit tight, lick right Call me Dracula tongue A yo, it's mind blowing when I'm flowing You couldn't find No one who be showing the sk**s that I'm showing Mike throw it like a boomerang Come back with stupid slang If that, you couldn't understand Call me Pootie Tang Yeah, I might as well say sadate Mexicans give me props I'm like: De nada, guey Youtube search, when you come across Wax You'll see that I'm fire like Taco Bell sauce packs I gloss tracks with high frequency audio polishing When you hear it you will all be astonished And your thoughts of what an MC should be They will all be demolished And from then on you will call me the hottest Motherf**er that you've seen at a show perform And I'm the Sole cause of global warming My sh** is like Aww ish, Aww ish You're sh** is just (snores) For real he crowd's getting sleepy, B But when I'm on stage is like they're on PCP They like: Do that thing, do that thing My favorite genre of music is New Jack Swing, f**a' Whatever happen to that? I used to like hearing motherf**ers rapping to that You know I'll take you little fools Way back to middle school, science cla** Bunsen burners BLAOW I'll fry your a** Do not try to pa** me like monopoly go I'll show cats how to properly flow A yo, let me explain Wax is the nickname Back with the spit game Cla**ic as Rick James Back when he sniffed caine Smacking the sh** stained To the mid frame Of you ba*tards that spit lame [Hook:] God damn, sh**'s still going out to my brother Herbal T He's back from Rio, but let's go Check it out, yo [Verse 3:] The way that we be packaging this flavor and bars You'd be like, "Wax, do you work for either Quaker or Mars?" I work the ba** and the treble like the faders in cars And won't stop spitting sick until ya'll haters get SARS Y'all think I'm dumb as sh** Just cause I spit strictly for the love of it I already gave up on the government Not trying to change the world, just making fun of it And I ain't scared of the terrorists f** all that, illegal immigrants? I love ya'll cats, come on over Take a plane, walk, take a boat What the f** do I care, fam, I don't vote There's two things that I care about: love and rhythm And the people that I meet and the love within them And the beat goes on from the winter to the summer Cause time, it ain't nothing, but a go-go drummer And the feeling in his wrist make you nod your fist Make you realize God exists Cause if he didn't then how would we have this rhythm? It don't make no sense to me The way that we split time up so exactly Without some time of stop watch technology And I'm just saying, fam The sh** that I vow for f** Iraq, hip hop I die now for So if you mad that I'm styling on you Be glad if the Cal is on you Cause you gon' have to k** me before I stop wildin' on you Like this [Hook: Instrumental]