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poetik suspekt - beers, blunts & bitches lyrics

[intro]
so…what’s the intro gonna be for your next tape?

[verse 1]
little [?], new vodka
‘lima, ‘lima, elegi
if poet cannot get busy
got a pound of that sticky
i’m ’bout to blaze it, who with me?
smokin’ while bumpin’ biggie
stonin’ like [?]
i’m ’bout it, they tryna stick me
i’m flossin’ up in my d+ckies
stick to this rap sh+t but better watch your fat lips
’cause you will get clapped quick
out there, keep strugglin’, hard timin’ with my blood and [?]
so i’m out here hustlin’
do this for all my people, poly, black and latino
asian, white and albino
and i love me some women, beautiful, thick women
yep, them islands sl!ck women
straight to the studio while mackin’ big booty hoes
[?] like coolio
play the game like it’s [?], get ahead with my ego
while gettin’ head in the evo
i’m just a real uce out here makin’ real moves
some of y’all look real seuss
rolling stone like my pops, i’m hustlin’ like my pops
keep it pimpin’ like my pops
i rep these ghetto blocks, apia city’s where i’m from
let ’em know this still for the ville, deuce
everyone quotin’ pablo, this is the tv show
y’all n+ggas ain’t movin’ weight, not even green leather tape
don’t go knock on heaven’s gate ’cause we might just demonstrate
what happens to f+ggot fates, trust me, don’t make that mistake
ask about me, i’m well known up in the ghetto projects
that’s where all my people dwell, i hope people don’t prevail
but most of us up in cells, some of that’s just ghetto problems
we jobless, sometimes godless, so i quote to sack my dollars
when we gots to hustle steady then i guess we drinkin’
no imposters, who you bringin’, blood? the f+ck you thinkin’?
i don’t trust many people, ’cause people probably pity ’em dollars
you brought your pennies, i’m college, you elementary
bigger than homies you call big, homie, you ain’t know me
fifteen years ago we was scr+ppin’ ’em, you ain’t know me
i’m ghetto like [?] bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner
the candle’s lit, i’m not romantic, i’m just laid on power
once was a uso, now you hatin’, why the f+ck you sour?
you probably snortin’ powder while i dope mc devour
sick how i managed to damage even your embryos
in the zone, twenty years from now i’ll still be the sh+t

[chorus]
beers, blunts and b+tches, that’s all i really want
call up all my usos, tell ’em we shootin’ a video
beers, blunts and b+tches, that’s what i really need
i’m gettin’ paid, either way you never stop a g
beers, blunts and b+tches, let’s toast to better days
’cause my usos ghetto, man, apia city to the grave
beers, blunts and b+tches is what i’m talkin’ ’bout
ghetto anger management so i don’t break your f+ckin’ mouth

beers, blunts and b+tches, that’s all i really want
call up all my usos, tell ’em we shootin’ a video
beers, blunts and b+tches, that’s what i really need
i’m gettin’ paid, either way you never stop a g
beers, blunts and b+tches, let’s toast to better days
’cause my usos ghetto, man, apia city to the grave
beers, blunts and b+tches is what i’m talkin’ ’bout
ghetto anger management so i don’t break your f+ckin’ mouth

[outro]
that’s right, and i’m feelin’ pretty gosh darn good about myself at this moment in particular
[?]
wait for the vailimas to come through
it’s goin’ to the blunt end
and need me some p+ssy, oh yeah!

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