Dumbfoundead - Old Boy Jon lyrics

[Intro] Yo, pour that with 2 hands son Shoes off, motherf**er Here we go, yeh [Verse 1] Roll up to your function uninvited direspectfully Never ran from anybody, ain't no point in catching me Got the cops sketching me, looking like a Vietnamese Picture looking 8 bit, literally pixely Got a squad Nepalese, Cats outta London Made a pack that I hold em down packed till I'm hundred All my project's funded out my own damn pockets Got my own Johnnie Cochran if I ever get bronson Got getaway plans like I'm Jon Dillinger Homie outta east coast working on them cylinders Bounce in a blink of an eye just like a humming bird Sparks like the fourth of july this ain't fireworks Suitecase packed with givenchy Women outta Mexico be calling me papi Making Ceviche Bring out the brief case Big transactions with my dealer enrique Bad chino, the great bambino the hint of van damn at least his damn ego Porch full of pigeons to livein by the sea gulls Hood of the hills whats lesser of two evils Hosted by my brand new fireplace used to be the same place I put my dry race Now I got a**istance reminding me my time and place Chiefs in my kitchen, that are iron chef ranked Talk about American dream, getting dollars was a scheme of this arrogant team That took the words out the mariam and wrote sixteens Sold a little coke but your boys still totally clean New sh** for the moms, furniture for the lawn she ain't never seen her son suited never went to prom Lobster and steak with bu*ter sauce on the prawns your f**ing with the best now its old boy Jon