Has-Lo & Castle - D.L.S. lyrics

[Verse:] Knick knack, paddy whack, all of that junk Fly like Jordan on jumps on foot Fourth quarter crunch, ima touch all corners Hater gon' moan keep it home on the floor The money come together like cops an informants We keep it nice an hidden from d most dat want d bonus Tossed those ones in the booty bar once Shorty found out now she handling funds No fun, put the flame on the bun Sensee buns on the first tour front Gold diggin hoe, she saw me on d tour now she want me in d dro A rapper's bicycle I'll do better hitchhiking She d kind have you in a tak show fight Praying you d daddy just to get a fast stipend f** around, burn your house down like Left Eye Hard like a retard tryna spell indictment Loose screw rappers need tightening Only feel pressure by the microns Achieve gravity,a born instant buzzing off every time a 10 drinks Ya know how it is, tax you deaf ima let them all live High white kids an*lyze how to rap Fathering style but your belly ain't fat A bees in a trap, put a Ds on the lap And allow hood rats screaming where the good at Grab a hoe (whoa!) an even search depend the war at The deaf and the dumb never understood rap Heat it up, cold facts Dress code looking like a n***a saw crack Fingers on the chain, get your mug po axe like bah! Another bloody a** act, the honey and jack You must relax, uno, dos, tres Locust Frank, dealin with d black man trees Big lip ba** hittin like Liz Stone Can't spell chromosome without that chrome Palms ain't ready, been a little heavy but d strong arm steady Skip these on the feet while I chase that fetty Its cool, though, resumes good, drips prestige, your mom's still sweaty The L! The I! and the V! The E! Live! (what's that spell?)[x3] Live! (what's that spell n***a?!) You've gotta chill out Shout out[x2] Shout out to ma mama[x2] For pushing me through her birth can*l That sh** was tight mah! (Why would you, why would you even say that?)