FTL_Sol - Chapelle lyrics

Dave Chappelle: "Let's see how the Blacks respond to drums... QuestLove GO!" Sol: Flow like a broke water main in a scuba suit I'ma settle for Atlanta 'til I do the Louvre Too Cool, Sol kick it like a Puma shoe My Chick Bad your b**h got a Booty-Do "HOOTIE HOOOOO" Throw the deuce when I'm cruising f** a b**h I hustle for the money keep it moving Haste make waste but the pace stay grueling b**h I'm a hit and that's word to your bruises Heard your chick got that Gooding, Cuba Sol got her busting like 3:10 To Yuma I'm in the 'jects like Juicy and The Super Getting prayed on by a Grade A cougar Krueger, sharper than that mother f**er Freddy Creeping so slow in that 7-4 Chevy n***as can't sea me, putting up a levee Nah, n***as can't see me like a mother f**ing yeti, dog Shawty say I'm on how I get her off I just bust it down but she wanna go steady Nawww See I don't know about all that Stand up guy but I'm might bout to fall back Like Autumn, again, see the blossoms White boys like, "Damn Sol this is awesome!" All my folks just bobbin, rocking I'm looking up at Pops like, "Yea we got em" Ya'll hawking, it's back to the drawing board Pack more swag than you probably ever saw before More green in my sack than a golf course I go the distance like a goddamn par four Cuz I be giving wood to these hoes like a saw horse Real talk, shawty rock 'til her jaw sore Yup, I'm k**ing these n***as like Saw IV Brah, I'm running this b**h like Parkour Ungh, I'm like Dexter of this rap sh** Plastic wrap the track, stab it's a wrap quick Blowing Chronic, low pro, black tint Zipped up in bags, when it happens, that's it I seen 'em come, watched 'em go, watched 'em rise Simmered it and rocked the coke Put it in the strainer like a pasta bowl Colder than a up-North Rasta boll I gotta live life down to The Wire Probably why your wife bowing down to The Sire Kush damp, need a towel or a dryer Light it like a lamp then I blow like the prior Strong, make me Kauf-man like Andy Life span made me what you can't be So swag n***as talking bout "Damn me" Cuz I'm in they b**hes heads like a hands free Said I'm on the way, now she getting ancy In your living room, sippin on Chianti Poke her with the stake, I don't mean antes Sol in the house ya'll ain't even in the shanty