Frankie Krupnik - Stylin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Frankie Krupnik] *Ah-hum* Let me clear my throat b**h I like to smoke a lot And let me mark a G-spot with the polka dot So I can find it later, blowing up like Al-Qaeda b**h, I'm slicker than those alligator shoes, I'm so smooth Nobody said it would be easy though This life is greasy and You can buy your b**hes cherry up on eBay (for real?) Yeah that's what I heard man, that's so absurd Sit back and observe, blow a sack of the herb I move swiftly, in and out the p**y When I'm tipsy of the whiskey put the dick up near the kidney (Uh) We slick the pesto on the paper and we light it up Elevated like them scrapers in the sky We be getting high on the daily, since I was a young buck She like it rough I'm like Miyagi with that nunchuk I spit venom straight from the cerebellum Eleven grams of that kush got my melon propelling Ain't no telling what I'll do next, might put the p**y in a suplex I beat it up I might have bruised it It's Joe Pesci with the vice grip, gotta run the tight sh** b**h Cause it's hard for a pimp but I ain't pimping homie Straight spitting [?] put the kitten in submission, dick was itching for a kissing On the liquor while we sipping man the fungus had me tripping No grain grip just some mary jane clip it's f**ing strange Women smoke the plant to make their eyes slant In between her thighs, damp, a verbal tirant, diamond in the rough A couple thrusts make it gush, spend a couple bucks on the puff But yo I still can't get enough [?] the weed p**y liquor by the gallon And if I got that, sh** I'm motherf**ing stylin'