Chuuwee - 40 Oz's & 40 Sac's lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Back up, back up Boom boom goes the jammy by the waistline While I get high with a cutie by the wayside Looking like a black Zack Morris, the flyest one at Bayside High And every time I pa**, girls cry I'm an a**hole, devil with the horns, I'm a fly guy Have it your way, like Burger King small fry guy Get fried when they step to my minions Offensive slick sh**, come up in that b**h missing At ease, you and your team something like batty boys Gay, we make pay like Shane Battier Run and come and find you, they said he ran that-a-way Law man told me to put the damn gat away It ain't my fault these soup n***as get shocked In rhymes they're Pac, but really Anne Hathaway Hey, it's like that y'all I got a TUS baseball bat, this is the batting cage [Bridge] Engine engine number nine On the Sac Town transit line If my train falls off the track Then I'll explode in the gas as I'm striking a match [Verse 2] Boom boom goes the jammy from the waistline While I roll an L in the studio, and we don't ever waste time I chase my digits, my rhymes are frigid, exquisite And hoes they know I'm always on some slick sh** I'm wicked, young and I'm black and I'm gifted When I kick it, it straight leaves hoes dripping I be like "Can I hit it?", they say "Yes you can" Oh, but n***as don't understand, I'm the motherf**ing man Peace to Japan, I ain't really mean to do that f** sh** up, they call me Hurricane Who Dat Who dat there to try to challenge my crew? That's stupid as f**, but yo, you n***as knew that I do that, everything else you n***as lose at That attitude, all of that hate, will get you bruised black Move fast, be at one with your squad Or you'll hear two claps and someone laid in the garage Boom boom