Frank Gloss - Tolman lyrics

We love that Gwash, we got that dosh, oh gosh! Chief Goonda Frank Gloss squashed down at the rocks Backseat buns homies toasting down the ruby coast Scooby bounce slow to the approval of the holy ghost [golden blunts wrapping up snappy we going bowling] Spare one for the roll, we ghosting nah we boiling Blistering on listerine, we sippin down on history Get it drunk quick! another brew to kick it's no mystery Lounge on the divan snack on pecans extra cool Next step lay it up on the blackboard the ground rules [the ground rules!] Are as listed, remain calm don't wake up twisted Could be a Thursday morning ya body system go ballistic (interlude skit) Hmm, yeah, why can't...oh hmm The clock clang, hanging out with gwash round midnight Belly full of cider but don't end up in a fist fight [fist fight fist fight] Light up with the hookah flow Slow paced like a snooker show Gwash crack the wise ones like bazooka joe [oh oh oh!] So, you wanna be a charmer Forget the hand of flowers and just buy yoself a shawarma Whether it be the chicken lamb grill or quick mix Slicken the jam tap along to the thrill of thick kicks (outro skit) Hey, the mortar for these bricks looks just like me... Yuck! But it doesn't taste nearly as good!