Erick Arc Elliott - X 2013 lyrics

[VERSE 1: Erick Arc Elliot] Wake up in the morning, look my n***a I can't recall it She's a ho, so usually I leave used condoms in the toilet (It's mutual, I can promise, you used to enroll in college) (Now she) rollin' my chronic, (now me) that gin and tonic See I often may spark that haze (spark that haze), keep it goin' like (all the way) Got an old soul, don't love the po-po, shorty ride good like she sittin' (on bulls) Look yo best when you got (no clothes), what's a pimp n***a without (no hoes)? What's j**elery without rappers? (rappers, rappers, rappers, rappers, rappers ...) [HOOK: Erick Arc Elliot] Don't give a damn about your money, don't give a damn about your new car n***a I'm frying, flying, n***a I'm righteous where you are n***a I'm gone, I don't know my way home, so stuck in the zone It's no doubt, it's no doubt [BRIDGE: Erick Arc Elliot] Throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands, throw your hands up if you're feeling it! x2 [VERSE 2: Erick Arc Elliot] Tippin' all the right strippers, from L.A. but she like clippers I'm a Knicks fan, I'm insistent, but somehow we are always coexistin' When the batteries' depleted in my dish man I would hit the corner store and buy a bowl of shipment Dollar for the pack, I ain't ever slang crack, double-As were the fix, double-Ds were her tits Who could say jealousy and greed don't mix? Who could say they're ever redeemed [?] From the era where cops never detox, walk the streets in belief, you don't need locks Cars on the blocks need paint jobs, and my n***as need Jah, fifteen Gs is like fifty Gs to a n***a So I need to deliver but I'm out for the deez, brought a quart of water and an ounce of the (trees) [HOOK] [BRIDGE] [OUTRO: Erick Arc Elliot / ??] From the rocks of Plymouth, from 2Pac to Grimace Life is endless, stupendous Tremendous, life is endless Your friend is mine Intertwine, vocabulary divine Lyrical manslaughter, master, superior King, queen, everything *...lookin' at me crazy, would you do me a favor? Take your phone out, text all your exes, and say I'm at church, "F" you! Forgive you, for lying on me, and talkin' about me. "Pastor, my momma don't like you!" Well "F" yo momma! "My family don't like you!" Well "F" your family too! You know what? Jump on your feet, snap your fingers, say "'F' everybody in here!!"*