[Verse 1: Sam Lachow]
Just a voice and a ba**, uh
I'll take time, come up with a flow and some great lines
Now make my vocals extra crispy and clear
Yo engineer do me a favor put a snare right - here
Now hold the kick for a bar or two
I'm starting to uh, uh, uh dump d-dump dump
That kick bumps, kid
This some dumb sh**
Now give me that guitar like a couple chords I can rhyme with
Hoo! Now I'm starting to feel it
Those little sissy [?]
That's just as hot as I was hoping
Now drop my voice a little lower while I rap about smoking, c'mon
Break up the reefer inhale and feel how the tree feel, refill
Wake up and pop a sativa weed pill
Now where's the melodies?
The hooks on three
And we all look around the room like "What the hook gon' be?"
Something like
[Verse 2: Sam Lachow]
Drums, drums, I need more drums
Now add a - damn I love those gun sounds
Spin it, hit 'em with the turn table gimmicks
Like I'm Sa-a-a-ammy Lachow back up in it
I'm a dime, quarter, nickel
Blunt blowing sick-o
I'm a home schooling, no fooling, pro-tooling
Keep the bath water running til the last time I jump in
Imma' f** til I'm (stuttering) keep that!
Look who just came back in the booth
Rapping the truth
I'll spit a bar now we adding the loot here
Hoo! The groove here I feel like I got my whole crew near
Add a triangle and put a "woo!" and a "woo!" here
Today's cla** is how to master your track
You need the hash on hash and the gla** on gla**
To get the racks upon racks upon racks upon racks
And need the saxophone saxophone saxophone sax!
[Outro: Mario Sweet]
Looking at the people that ride outside
Had to look into my phone and type the numbers on my dial
[?]
I swear the song sounded like this beat right here, right here!
I swear the song sounded like this beat right here, right here