Boom - Quicksand lyrics

[Verse 1: Key] Key about to snap! Tell them get they cameras Got more bars than a slammer Correct like grammar, Hard-Headed like a hammer So don't get comfortable like pajamas Amateurs I mean that Bring a plastic bag full of green And a backpack with some mean Knapsack full of beans Shake up with my team, all this in front of my Dean Watch ya back like a spleen I'm hopscotching your dreams, if you know what I mean Mean with the flow Have your girl running back, cause she know I give and go Never make a wrong move, stay up on my pivot though No wonder how they notice me, I'm something like piss in snow Aw damn, here he go! Man I beat it out the box like a punch or two Man you eat it out the box like a lunchable Feeling like the Huxtables, really untouchable BOOM over everything, tell them we don't f** with you! Yea, right before the store close Grab a bottle of Goose and Four Lokos No matter what's the total Throw it in the back of the Volvo Watch out for the Po-Po's BN, that's a logo Quicksand, die slow [Verse 2: Scotti] Yea, f** the bullsh** cause sh** will never be the same My time is coming at last, like Etta James I'm going crazy and this rap sh** is my medicine The way I'm moving up I make you think I was a Jefferson Way I light it up, I make you think of Thomas Edison I swear these n***as be on that talking sh** David Letterman And I'm ill tho, with some ill hoes The way we f**ing, she'll never need a dil*o Yea I rock skinny jeans, who the f** complaining? Sit you in a wheel chair like Dick Cheney Scotti got a disorder, on a pill ain't he? That's what their saying, but their quotes is just endorsing me Finna take the game and make it mine like larceny Rhymes like guns, got a book full of archery Ya'll could just play or get played like the lottery I'm waiting for the day the great Jay pa** the torch to me Uh, see that's always been a dream of mine And The BOOM, yea that's always been a team of mine I'm just here for relaxing baby free ya mind I take it back, way back, medieval times I'm on some other No luggage, n***a just trippin My metaphors make you think, yo Young n***a with a sick flow Quicksand, die slow [Verse 3: Statik Shock] n***as slept on me, now they got bed bites I get it shaking like a pair of dice My b**h look like paradise She chiefing too, now her eyes red like white mice Throw in the Vision, now they as clear as white rice Straight from Cali though I grabbed the L, no Samuel How to pearl, I should write a manual Blowing O's just to impress the hoes Then bring it up through my nose French Inhaling, I'm a pro, Oh! I keep it rolling like the credits at a movie show Word to AMC I remember getting brain in the movies Make the chick sit right next to me Then put the coat over her just so that no one else could see Now that's a freak-a-leak, no Peety Pablo Bars hot as Diablo The way I paint pictures, they are calling me Pica**o Or Leonardo And as far as the squad goes BOOM over everything until I am a fossil Fresh a** n***a, and you still rocking ropostale You should follow like apostles And ketchup like tomatoes Because my sidelines will k** your top hoe QUICKSAND, DIE SLOW!