Big Scoob - Tell me what you think lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Scoob] 10.10 HLL "I Think You're on to something Scoob" I remember days when I use to stay at the days inn Just Kidding I'm at the Warsaw Inn shout out to Richie He's in the Bugatti with two Punjabi's He knows karate He taught me, meditation I need a Vacation Don't sleep on me I'm Jason I'm chasing these dreams I keep the high beams Cause my Future is bright Turn on The Lights I just copped the cement 3's in white I'm Jack Black, and i snort white Kung Fu Panda I remember when I was Poe, like Allen Edgar, Frankie, f** Rats, no Master Splinter I keep the Shredder, go ham, Chasing cheddar The Rap game Tiago Splitter, I split the rello I grind the nuggets, like Carmello Im high like Mellow, I bring the Hype Im on Skype, roll the dice, Yahtzee Free Mason; Crosby, I'm not a Nazi I'm the white Bill Cosby, chasing Cash like Johnny In all black, black shades, Johnny Cage or Nick, St. Nick Im sick, and I spit like I got Aids, but I don't, I get financial Your bullsh** is substantial Can you skip to the next stanza? b**h i'm Tony Danza Rest in Peace Tony Williams My deceased uncle, i will never forget your chuckle Crack my Knuckles like Sonic, the Hedgehog, hegemony Shout out to Joseph no Kony, f** Sony My b**h wears a Halo, Jerod Mayo Bite the mango, Alpha, Tango, Romero Athletic Training, stain the gla** Bong rips for the nightcap I want caps and stems, f** Math and Chem I got more gems then Spyro or Ash, Cattch'em Pa** The Legacy and the ash catcher, like Harrold I have no Merritt or morals Coldblooded check my dorsil fin, I'm here to win Windex and bong rips, clean that sh**, like Manure I should know, I'm a piece of sh**, she got the manicure for free Free Guwop, 39 months is Too Much, like a Drake song Nothing Was The Same, but not much has changed Except the dime bags, i keep the quarter Pa** the sage, I'm not a Mage, I am a Sorcer The torch burns, so does the lighter HIGHly flammable like the Hindenburg, Heisenburg I got that Walter White, Rowdy Roddy i don't touch the White Running down the sidelines, till i slip and slide into the end zone After this i promise i will not get slept on, ever again Feather in hat, Heather in hand, whoop a** in a can Cookin' up beats on fruity loops, Tucan Sam, Uncle Sam Can kiss my a**, if he thinks i will not distribute Fine art institue, substitute, the only Teachers i have are Golden I'm from the Upper Echelon, not a goalie, I do not defend I only Win, like Ma$e do, I keep the Jackson's, Samuel, Adams, light the L You don't need hockey sticks to see Hell, after this they goin' feel me like brail Check the mail, stamp return to sender, Mortal Kombat finish her,fatality, a**ault Kiss the asphalt, Im like Jason Statham i need a battery, get it Crank? Now Tell me what you think