(Jason)
Say it again
Uh
f**in Carlos with these hard a** beats n sh**
Uh
Here we go
I wake up
I bake up
I wake yo b**h
She bakes up
We do it n***a
You wish you did it n***a
Thomas, do you live at Mailes house?
Basically, yeah x2
Basically, I smoke this blunt
Basically, I drink my drank
Basically, I go hard
Basically, this room STANK!
f**ing Carlos
Wash yo sheets
Take a shower
Brush yo teeth
God damnit n***a
This room really f**ing STINKS
It smells like rotting flesh
Like a rotten bag of balls
Filled with cancer patient phlegm
Poring down the f**ing halls
Like a little kid
Takin a sh**
In the bathroom stall
Shut the f** up b**h
Wash your f**in draws (Thomas)
uh,
Is my brotha Jason
k**in it like he on a f**in mission
Is my brotha car managing macks like a lit ignition, petition
n***a we out here pissin, dissin yo mom
Carlos in the beat laboratory, YEAH
Carlos in the beat laboratory, UGHHH
Keepin it Jay rated for the G.O.D priority
Rappin, clappin, mackin, stackin, cappin on that n***a in the studio
Makin, the rhymes, sound so f**in damn stupid yo
Let me be, eat my beans, eat my rice and take a pee
Never be a green tea, always get that sweet tea
From tha n***a Ronald Mcdonald
Blaaahhh (carlos)
Aww man, f** these two
They cant do what I can do
There comin over talking trash
n***a look at you
Its f**ed up hairline and Shaggy from Scooby Doo
My room smells like roses b**h
n***a, f** both of you
(fire, fire, hot fire)