Don Cook - John Stamos lyrics

[Hook 1] Stamos with the curl Miss Uncle Jesse with that action Might bada** my girl Because I came before the cha-ching Might f** around leave, I'm not asking for attachment Pa**ing me the blunt until the blackness is relaxing [Verse 1] If I got my bowl, I'll create an aroma myself f** over my health Feeling so low and I know that this smoking gon' help One toke and I'm well Stroking your girl and I noticed she broke all her nails Dunno what to tell you Soap hits my back in the shower, she know I'm gon' yell Smacking that a** with my towel Now how bout she tell me you coward as f**? Spending your hours just counting the money You know that you owe to the powers above f** did I loan you that bud? Knew you's gon f** up the second we smoked in your Buick Showed me your music, you told her to loosen up Sorry to gloat, but my homie, I'm holding her to it Homie, I'm holding onto it Whole bunch of new sh** controlling my life Like I can't choose what to do with my time Hop in the stu and get loose on the mic And in private get loose with your soon to be wife My privates all loose in your soon to be wife My privates got used to your soon to be wife [Hook 2] Stamos with the curl Miss Uncle Jesse with that action Might bada** my girl Because I came before the cha-ching Might f** around and leave, I'm not asking for attachment Pa**ing me the blunt until the blackness it would ask me [Bridge] What's your name? Partna what's your name? Said I'm not good with remembering But call me when you famous Cause often a celebrity Runs off and gets too anxious Never hits up anyone Cause anyone could take sh** And end up bankrupt Questioning your friends Questioning the loneliness And questioning your ends I said, I said, I said you're questioning your ends I said, I said, I said you're questioning your ends [Verse 2] Went a whole day without fighting Went a whole page without trying I dunno righteousness, I only write sh** I dunno bible scriptures, no brightness Dive in oceans hope I don't die I don't see life inside my own eyes Lotta kinfolk just hope I don't ride with the homies This cultures what they don't like, it's my - Love season, Dr. UG's in my lungs again Pickup my prescription of that sh** that should be stuck between my lips I'm not tripping off of sh** that should be nothing to us men You been b**hing so I'm questioning what's up between your legs f**ing snitches, I get stitches fore I'm cut I'm just that quick Does my sh** like Brothers Grims' Your b**h can s** my venom dick Arch-nemesis a spider bite victim, isn't life a b**h? Now these pussies and wimps confide in me like some type of friend What type of sh** is this? Pockets as thin as a holocaust victim I'm penny pinching 'till coppers imprinted into my skin and Abraham Lincoln talks from within it Recalling the play he was watching off the top of his head [Hook 1]