Smokin' Kiki (Lonnie) - Mach-Hommy/Your Old Droog.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Wino Willy/Your Old Droog/Tha God Fahim/Mach-Hommy
[00:00.450] [Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
[00:00.850] We give 'em the daily dose like vitamins
[00:03.500] Yo, peep the way I pull strings like violins
[00:06.500] This world is filled with dollar signs and violence
[00:08.680] Everybody searchin' for loot, just like pirates
[00:11.380] Rappers can't afford this punishment with finance
[00:14.260] My life is IMAX, MAC up in the leather coat in case of the climax
[00:18.140] 'Cause unfortunately the sport that we play is full contact
[00:21.120] Too close? Catch a contact
[00:22.640] Kush is my cologne, catch a high off contact
[00:25.420] Street raps like close-quarter combat, Mortal Kombat
[00:28.350] I broke my mind from the shackles
[00:30.440] The tree ain't too far from the apple
[00:32.500] Rappers think they cold 'til I crack 'em
[00:34.650] I'm way over theirhead like pterodactyls
[00:36.790] Flip you like spatulas, 'bout my paper like a bachelor's
[00:39.540] The battle be casualties where the flags get captured
[00:42.350] Ain't no happy endings, this is guillotine rapture
[00:44.880] [Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
[00:45.240] I put them chopsticks on you like a dumpling
[00:46.590] Stumble grumble like grammy march trumpets
[00:48.350] Tiger style wax the blunt in the marked Panoz Hondas
[00:51.170] ‘Mach-Homicide’ and just call the car number
[00:54.130] You caught a body last summer, That’s all? we run up high numbers
[00:57.390] Stunted at par
[00:58.350] We bonafide butters
[00:59.650] She said she wanna be my Peggy Guggenheim
[01:01.880] All the gods love her
[01:03.250] My Tanya Tucker, my Janis Joplin write a lot rougher
[01:06.200] Imma buy you a Benz girl
[01:08.560] You remind me of Tammy Wynette girl
[01:10.760] [Verse 3: Your Old Droog]
[01:11.280] Ya bitch look like Peter Frampton
[01:13.140] Livin’ way out in some mansion tryna be the peoples champion
[01:16.310] Some herbs tried to cancel the kid keep revampin’
[01:19.180] Cuz I ain’t R. Kellz and you not no Dream Hampton
[01:21.820] They see the name blowin’ up so they tamperin’
[01:24.730] Cats be writin’ letters to the artists we be samplin’
[01:27.590] And startin’ shit to get my PayPal locked up
[01:30.480] But no weapon formed against the wave shall prosper
[01:33.200] Actin’ like top shottas and not mobstas
[01:36.620] You wanna be 52 no rock lobster
[01:39.390] Y’all like CP3 i’m Scott Foster
[01:42.090] They tried to catch Tha God slippin’ break the kids spirit
[01:45.090] But I don’t lose my mind trippin’ like Syd Berrett
[01:47.950] Damn don’t worry wait till they bury me
[01:50.370] And he the guy to see a gold win like he Curry 3
[01:53.500] One finger up like that green jersey 33
[01:55.920] Ya heard me?
[02:03.380] [Outro: “Food always comes to those who love to cook”