travis mendes - shea lyrics
[intro: richard pryor in the mack]
’cause i ain’t running no motherf-ckin’ place ’cause i ain’t no track star
[verse: jay bel]
yeah, smugglers at it for the bag
get the sample, then we chop it in half
sh-t like b-tter and some bread, we use a fed
prolly better off dead
time is well spent, the fire’s gettin’ fed, yeah
[?] i’m such a monster, like i’m hidin’ under beds
a lion in the den
you lookin’ tiny, dog, a spider on the web
talkin’ tough, send a line to your head
like i reclined you in the chair
we waitin’, n-ggas dying for air
me and trav flipped the sh-t like of bag of them bricks
long chop, wires make sure that the package you lit
then send it out, here’s a batch of that sh-t
but, keep it low, you don’t even know the half of the kit
we get high, still ain’t gas in the b-tch
the sh-t sound like we baggin’ up the sniff sh-t, thick
just might damage your wrist, can’t handle the whip
the cook too strong, the book too thick
don’t look too long, might turn you to stone
get second-hand smacked over the dome
you far away from home, n-gga, we been out
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