B-Rogers - Pure Imagination lyrics

[Intro] Yea Yo Welcome to my world of, pure imagination [Willy Wonka] Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls Chocolate [Verse 1: [B] Rogers] I said I be goin' Wonka I could take the whole factory Actually, then I guess I'm Charlie Bucket f** it Make it chocolate rain on them b**hes when I bump and They ain't gotta back it up to dump it Righhtttt Dip it low, then bring it up slow yeah Millian got um on the floor And if you do not get, then I will never slow and I will not explain, that's why you got a Grandpa Joe so Come with me if you really want to see a little world of pure imagination Yeah, go ahead and taste it I get chocolate wasted in my world with no exaggeration, I'm basin' Out with that 808 kick Make you feel it in ya hips Let me see a little dip Then stop it at the tip And shake a little bit I could play you like a station, face it [Hook: [B] Rogers] I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my X2 [Verse 2: [B] Rogers] Hold up I'm back motherf**ers, relax Have a snack and a coffee, two Equal An... I could take a pause, I don't even need to breath see Adding Raw Sugar to my prequal Rigghhttt Charlie Bucket, I don't ever stir ruckus and When it comes to soda I'm above it I'mma take the boat, b**h you can take the oven And I got a Grandpa Joe makin' sure I ain't redundant Right, you can Come with me please not T.V. keepin' Mike's if its consolation Of course I don't need a teleporter, I just need a Porsche in my world without any destination I'm sayin' Words that provoke a little though, yeah Leave um' fellin' lost if the meanings never caught And it never had a cost, like No, it can't be bought I'mma leave um askin' "What?" With my pure imagination, and this Isn't for the kids who don't ever like to think All the stupid mutherf**ers in the basement They just like it for the beat, cause it's Willy Wonka sweet Get a job and a f**in' education [Hook: [B] Rogers] I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist I'mma run it till I get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my X2 [Outro: Willy Wonka] Living there You'll be free If you truly Wish to me