feat eyedea atmosphere - the stick up (feat. eyedea) - atmosphere lyrics
(what i’m sayin’ is the most. i’m a player from coast to coast. so you ladies, make a toast. here’s to you, you, you you. if the truth is what you need, baby, check my pedigree. come and take me on a shopping spree… you, you, you, you.)
[4x]
hoes and tramps
f-cks and sl-ts
b-tches, scams
t-ts and b-tts
b-tches be screamin’ for this eight inch demon
and when you hear me screamin’
i’m about to free the s-m-n
wipe myself on your couch cover
if she talks any trash i flash my box cutter
cuz i’m rougher
than any pimp you’ve had in your life hoe
i talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
kill that bullsh-t
cuz if baby gets spiteful
i’m lacing the liquor
with some p-ss and some lysol
roll in a sh-t brown lincoln
eatin’ a sticky bun
spot check the block
pick one that’s gonna gimme some
cuz i’m a freak
i like the girls with tattoos
yo, i once got busy in a burger king drive thru
i take ‘em two at a time
make ‘em both say my name
ain’t never had three
but best believe that i’m game
and that’s the key: game
girl i fit words like scrabble
the inner city cowboy
with the thick herds of cattle
crusin’ lake street
gene pool ridin’ shotgun
got the flyest trickies
from the mississippi to boston
i got a house full of p-rn
to keep the vibe warm
the door’s always open honey
come outta the storm
yo, i got daddy’s little girls
ones that always stay true
got an uptown girl
she dyes the pubic hair blue
and i gotta b-tch that lives in kenwood
rich townhouse flavor
she travels on business
i’m gettin’ down with the neighbors
i gotta freak drives the bus
shows me love with the free rides
a hundred hoes in st. paul
but only one from east side
gotta a bloomington b-tch
with a pool at her apartment
rug burns all over
from f-ckin’ her on the carpet
got the mega mall hoes
make ‘em all work the food court
hit me off with a chicken soft taco
and a couple of newports
stripper b-tches
bodies, jewels and fake t-ties
and a hoe that lives in fargo
for when i escape the city
[chorus]
but my favorite one
out of all of ‘em is your girl
i sway the tongue
never once have i been forceful
she lays it on
like it’s a job that she loves
yo who’s lips are these?
the response is always: slug’s.
the richfield b-tches
freak the lip-gloss and hairspray
downtown women
that like to f-ck on the staircase
northside chicks
southside chicks
suburban chicks
love to open married women
up to the pervertedness
disturbin’ your relationship
excuse my morals
i work it with the way i trick ‘em out
silly mortals
the words i kick
the sport i play
know what to say
when i’m sittin’ at this buffet
with all these tasty morsels
[chorus]
but my favorite one
out of all of ‘em is your girl
i sway the tongue
never once have i been forceful
she lays it on
like it’s a job that she loves
yo who’s lips is these?
the response is always: slug’s.
crusin’ down the street
in my baby’s mom’s caprice
february got the windows cracked
wearin’ a fleece
hit the bus depot
yo boo, you kinda cute
give me nine and a half weeks
i’ll have that freak sniffin’ too
distributin’ c-m
across the rotten fruited plain
i know it’s hard bein’ young girl
let me soothe the pain
i understand you baby
straight up i understand
now lift up your -ss
so i can pull these f-ckin’ pants down
now the ones i don’t do
are those under eighteen
or at least i keep that sh-t a secret
if you know what i mean
i got sl-ts that love to give head
and i like to watch
the way they move their tongue
up and down my—
“mother f-cker! i can’t believe you’re sittin’ down here recording some bullsh-t like this!”
“it’s just a song man, it’s just a song, it’s like a joke man sh-t. nah, it’s just a joke man.”
“oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? well you better pimp your way over to that neglected girl you got there.”
“godd-mn man, why you always trippin’ on me in front of my friends man?”
“yeah, that’s what the f-ck i’m talking about. mother f-cker, you got a kid. how you gonna be rhymin’ about some bullsh-t like this sh-t, man.”
[chorus]
but my favorite one
out of all of ‘em is your girl
i sway the tongue
never once have i been forceful
she lays it on
like it’s a job that she loves
yo who’s lips is these?
the response is always: slug’s.
“aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, d-mn. yo ant, i gotta go man. i’ll be back next sunday. yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, i’ll drive. gimme the f-ckin’, no, fine you drive, fine.”
black pantyhose, pink lace
showin’ through the holes, fishnets
black pantyhose, pink lace
showin’ though the hole…
(drop my drawers and the b-tch said, “sh-t!” skinny mother f-cker with a fat -ss d-ck.)
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