Eric G - Red Ridinghood lyrics

[Verse 1: Nacho Pica**o] Little Red Riding Hood, big dark forest On her way to grammy's, Goldilocks ate the forest Big Bad Wolf, sh**, I could eat a orphan It really ain't important, spew endorphines while extorting Kick the door in and I storm in like I'm Mighty Morphin' Power Ranger, tatted stranger, bald like Billy Corgan Sitting at a organ, off that girl from Wheel of Fortune Answer me like, "Yes, me Lordsman" I can [?] I admire who? sh**, I admire me Look how fly he be, Vampire Diaries Had to tote the burner, sh**, I grew up hella wiry Two f**s fired me? You should've never hired me Now I'm up top--hip hop's new hierarchy I'm like, geez, all I wanted was some anarchy They won't take me out the game... f**ing RG3 Now your b**h say my name when I arch my D [Hook: Nacho Pica**o] Li'l Red Riding Hood, big bad violent hood Didn't have a childhood, didn't treat a child good Didn't know a child would grow to be a wild wolf Now viable [?], maniacal, running wolves, I'm living proof [Verse 2: Nacho Pica**o] Came home wired, made my mom nervous I'm disconnected like my prior phone service When you're born on accident, life ain't have no purpose I woke up 3 o'clock feeling like I'm worthless Drove to Vansterdam, couple candy-coated hearses She playing with her nipples, chocolate-coated Hershey's But watch out for her kisses... chocolate-coated curses Eyes red, bottoms red, Versace-covered purses Match made in heaven, but this match is versus k** or be k**ed, and someone has to nurse this f** a million s*uts, throw some millions up What? Chameleon trucks? I give a million f**s I soldiered up in civilian guts And when I sober up, I'll be really clutch Take a bump, let her touch, she gon' really blush Gave her shrooms, pushed her face, now she really mush Nacho [Hook] [Verse 3: Nacho Pica**o] I woke up a quarter to 4 Bored of the war, hoarder of who*es I snorted... a horse. I walked towards the store [?] porch, then I smoked some more Then I smoked some more, my n***a, I'm f**ing bored Ran five days late, now, I'm f**ing short Import, export... who can I extort? I know an ex-con, he a expert That's his export, now he own a restaurant He told me "follow your dreams", f** what the rest want Now I'm in West Palms, chilling like a rest stop With a little red bop, plus she give the best top Sold up like a sweatshop, child out of wedlock Women are from Venus but my penis come from red rock (Mars) The big one, baby... feeling like Redbox Flight to Boston, maybe... run into the Red Sox [Hook]