Little Joe from Chicago

歌詞

Do you still believe in love? Or do you like drugs? Ran into a night owl rollin' White Owls Girl it's been awhile since I hit a White Owl I'm with it though, she a centerfold Big ol' blunt look like tentacles She strip in Europe, Interpol Don't remember her in her clothes I fucked her friend, damn they was close Let's reunite, let's get em close Hit 'em twice in a row, hit a flight, and I'm ghost That's the last time I seen her though She be gettin' too eager, ho Stamp it like it's my visa Cheefin' off of these berries When the world gets heavy and it hurts to carry I'm her Midnight Mercenary Fiend It's lit Feel the buzz? That's a half? Shit it was It's lit Feel the buzz? It's lit Feel the buzz? She take me to a place that I never would discover Might never have another, so I had to fuck her Reach into my pockets, damn I ain't got a rubber See my nigga Ron, like L. Ron Hubbard, he be outta space Say he got a case of straps at the back of the hotel cupboard Room 508, check by the safe, she say "Boy you got it made Do you got a cape?", I ain't with the games ma, do I gotta wait? I'm quite impatient, intoxication got me feelin' like procreating Girl I'm the baker, you surely caking Stand back, catch my amazing graces Photo finish and fornication Photo finish and fornication Fiend It's lit Feel the buzz? That's a half? Shit it was It's lit Feel the buzz? It's lit Feel the buzz? Feel the buzz Can you feel the buzz? Feel the buzz Do you believe in love? What's your drug? What's your drug? Now comes the question of which intro do you use? Do you use this intro or the other intro I was talkin' on? But, then that let's people know I had more than one take So maybe we should just not use this and use the other intro So people would think I just took it straight through Yea, let's do that You'd be surprised how many truths you can hide in flows I'm listenin' to this beat with my eyelids closed Thoughts keep flashin' and I keep laughin' I never thought that I would fuck Irish hoes Maybe Asian bitches or Caucasian bitches Remember when I got to New York I was lost Because all I ever saw was Jamaican bitches I ain't barely know what Jamrock was Lil' country nigga God damn I was To you niggas talkin' online until you make it this high Then you could never understand this buzz, well Maybe if you put yourself in the shoes Of a nigga comin' straight out the South No gold grill just a east coast feel And a set of crooked teeth in his mouth Make them hoes bounce, that can't get enough Niggas say I made it I ain't make it enough Man hang that nigga, you a real lame ass nigga If you ain't got my tape in your truck Cole, uhm world don't you forget that I think I lost my mind round the same time I lost my six pack But no sit-ups for me, long as my dick still get up for me Long as a ho still give up for me She usually charge but she get us for free Woah, that's TMI, lil' something like TMZ Scared of the days you'll be seeing me 'Cause my girl do not play, coach DNP That's something for the hoop fans Just copped her the coupe man No drop top but a slot on the roof that can slide out And get a little sun while you ride out Ced on the beat let me vibe out We was 15 with a ASR up in my house Writin' rhymes out, momma made it happen Could've been a lawyer but I made it rappin', he made it rappin' Now at the shows he the main attraction Another shot of Henny so I'm faded askin' How long do this drug called fame be lastin' "It's lit, feel the buzz?" Another shot of Henny so I'm faded askin' How long do this drug called fame be lastin', that's deep Feel the buzz? It's lit Feel the buzz? Feel the buzz?