Don Cook - Animal Crackers lyrics

[Verse 1: Patrick Zae] Take a sip from the fountain of youth And f** anybody that would doubt we the truth Oh God, please don't let him drop another cla**ic Pa**ion of the Christ, pa**ing for the lights, tragic Me and my gorillaz on a beach that's made of plastic My presidential cabinet, every ones a savage I campaign, never been good at co-op These dudes will try to go gold then they go bronze No way jose, they saying go zae Like hoes play Coldplay and I think it's so gay Wait, what does happiness really mean to you? To me it's smoking with your girl in her vehicle Oh 12 pa**ing by, baby got keep it cool Funny most your favorite rappers wouldn't f** with me in school k**ing their high from the Eiffel that they fall Dog, all that climbing just so you could hit the floor? These girls be in a flock like the vinyls on the wall While my rivals be in awe the way they riding on my balls Keep back lil man, they be saying "G damn" Parental advisory for all of RGs fans How they gonna react? Better mind your bees wax Put me on the wax, prolly tax like 3 stacks Submarine when I flow way I'm sinking crews Deep 30,000 feet that's unthinkable Lieutenant surge cause my buzz like pikachu It's the rhyme scheme from 11, why you be confused? We refuse to go hang with you lames Dang it these dames maintaining they frames My brain stay saying "Damn Zae, think I'm baked" How can you hate when you have to wait at the gates? [Verse 2: Don Cook] When I came in the game it was ill intent I said ewlgh as director and I k**ed the set The big deal from OAK HILL and I will accept The levitation invitation, put this pill in hand Bottoms up, test of tolerance Swallowing the sorrow but I borrowed it Problems couldn't call if they was hollering Product of the Marshall Mathers stardom from the start of it Went to start to my project after all the Patrick songs I'd hear Father stretch my hands to these Atlanta broads Once a year like Santa Claus Straight cash homie like Randy Moss Great hand lotion like Hannibal Say it in the moment like a cannonball Hand em off the flow like Y'all sing the same song I'm singing Can't you all think the same thoughts I'm thinking Can't you all lean the same line I'm leaning Can't you all bring the same wine I'm drinking Like Lord, how about an eighth, not more? How about you save my core? How about you take my gourde? Pour wit it some faith to repay Yo I may just pray a little more Don't play this little boy for anything May seem insecure but he's bored so better stay back It's a chore to support all the bigger name acts My a** just warming the bench, no baseball bat Coming from a fairly small background Father was already on tracks going way back, past now Future later, Imma drop facts like New Years Day Imma call Ye back, got him saying "Aye man, I'm just at the bank man I'll call you an uber later, I'm out on a date man I just dropped Yeezy Season 3, TLOP can wait now I just bought my lady tres anillos in LA Pau" I just wanna bounce, I just wanna blow a half an ounce Shawty she can roll a black and mild Told her I'll control myself for now but the loud's In my system, in minute, imma blow this b**h down Homie this is our house [Verse 3: RG] Young Ye in the makin Ever since Pink Lemonade, they been hatin Talkin bout how my whole sound ain't amazin Some how I made it to they most played playlist Face it, you can't really evade greatness Lately, I been givin em my a game Anybody who was sleepin on me is awaken Ok you lames needa start prayin I can't spend a day with these fakers Making money off ideas that I gave em Next time Imma need compensation Next time Imma need some more payments Next time I'm in the house of God Imma ask God to rid of yall All of my squad, upper echelon God bless all the real friends I got Y'all been livin in the minute, I'm in infinite Any time I'm in the buildin they act different but I'm chillin Cause I'm illest with the lyrics and they never seem to get it How a Christian k**in all these other rappers independent And I won't leave till my whole team's on top Make these rappers look into a new job Need beats? Imma need three gs, large Less you gon snap like Oshea and Don Funny how nobody's around when you dyin But I'm the first person that they hit up for designs Can't even do it homie, I don't got the time Hit my line when your done tryin to be fye Cause everybody knows that the youth takin over Came a long way from the middle school loner How my light lit in a room full of stoners? I'm what happens when Hova meets Jehovah They been askin when I plan to drop I got a couple hidden gems on my laptop And everybody gets a lil wreckless at the top Maybe that's why we don't trust the cops Cause they feel like they greater than me And I feel like the greatest mc And they want all my people to leave Trump wall won't be greater than we [Verse 4: Oshea] One time for the vermin Free sundaes that's the new church sermon In the same vein got the rude girls t**ng Huge curves perkin, we insiders, you third person Leaned back, cuz them D bags can't murk em We spazzed off the weed packs that's certain Speed past locals in the booth cause ya dude spew truth Deuce deuce get loose when it's urgent Only n***as out screaming "f** the rules" All the other n***as tryna run a ruse Duck and move cuz I'm loose See the other f** n***as look confused If them n***as wanna piece, chuck the deuce Imma loose cannon Mad Green like I'm Bruce Banner Mad teens know we doing damage f** ya season we the reason for the New Atlanta f** ya season salty divas need a newer banner I need up move out here I need that sh** that's not for mortal eyes So drop a cla**ic get immortalised And problem solved but popping off is done with Anything but truth I guess there's more to lies But me and Don gon keep it fortified You n***as borderline dead to me enemies do not count sh** Lit tryna lamp my camp looking like auschwitz Out switching lanes, b**hing lames still stuck on they couches If there's I learned, that it ain't sh** less it bounces Counting the minutes to launch then we off n***as not getting me close to exhausted it awful But awkward is finna be awesome, the flossing Gon start after we give em the part, then it's on n***a Gon head give the homies the reason Cuz may is gon be mayday and pay-day and then I'm leaving I'm gon till november so better get ya propellers together If it ain't fly it ain't flying n***a we seizing this season