Chuck Inglish - Premium Blends lyrics

[Verse 1: Mikey Rocks] Who that n***a that be stylin in them premium threads Exactly, that me smoking premium blends Catch me leaning, I be cleaning my car with old t-shirts The four door jeep parked in the garage Since the beginning I've been bringing em in for no charge From coast to coast, giving a toast on the sand bar We close and you down far boys betta catch up Throw that girl a line and I bet that I can catch her But let's get acquainted first, giving her th lecture Delivery was nice like Western Union We break bread like communion after we get paid Backstage, high, getting a fade I'm getting better by the day, Pelle sweater with the J's Helley Hanson coat for later on if it gets chilly We split Phillies and we kick it with babes At Wet Willies just enjoying the waves [Hook 2x: Chuck Inglish] That's the way it goes down ‘round here That's whatever goes down out here We moving boxes and whatever's downstairs We moving out the house but we staying ‘round here [Verse 2: Shorty K] I wake up in the morning, rock the J's with the laces loose In the latest coupe, scoop the chick with the daisy dukes on Said she wanna sip goose while she twist up And if she ain't with that, I switch the b**h up Smoking on some sh** that make your chest jump And you ain't got the hick-ups Ice on the watch to glis' the wrist up, color mix up I got great taste, boy you see the carrot cake And I'm the sh**, I heard this pair say Cause that's the same thing I heard come from everyone else I s**ed a whole pint of Hennessy all by myself Then rapped Biggie songs in the mirror for about an hour Caught a chick, dicked her down, and hopped up in the shower Then dipped, but my gas level had me looking troublesome So I threw twenty on pump six and grabbed some bubble gum Then get my stumble on back to the car Knowing the next thing I eat is coming back up tomorrow