J.LBS - Gumbo lyrics

[Produced by J. LBS] [Verse 1] Keep it one hundred, I'm one hundred and one I ain't talking dalmatians up under the sun On the road to Damascus, gun and a suit You either coming with some products or you coming for loot I'm coming with the peace so I'm chucking the deuce I ain't tryna run a train I'm just in the caboose And I'm tryna give these n***as the truth I ain't ‘bout to spazz on ‘em, give ‘em light I'm just doing my Zeus Rubbing on her body just like a ma**euse And it's money like a hobby for you to seduce But if you blink twice n***a you can Maduse See the snakes in here, look there's hate in there I pray that you n***as all playing fair You can't help but stare as you face the glare, yeah I'm not up on in short yellow With a helmet on my head while I'm eating marshmallows Playing jigsaw while I'm picking off devils I can rock this sh** on all levels Straight up out the ES, journey over BS I'm like a hundred kilos stuffed in the Prius I'm going hard ‘til they free us [Hook] Hold up wait a minute Let me put some season in this Gumbo Hold up wait a minute Let me put some season in this Gumbo Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, for you Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, for you [Verse 2] Have you ever put your hand over fire just to see what you could tolerate? And you can find no escape Life is a Dominatrix waiting for sh** to pollinate To make you mind your mistakes Keeping my chin down, nose clean, with my guards up Charged up ‘cause this ghetto got me scarred up Yes, I'm the child with the crookedest smile Look at my foul, look at what the star bucks You can't swim if you don't paddle Wake up in the morning with my nose to the gravel Bloodhound, for that federal reserve note That's when I noticed the switch n***as just turned coats It's the way of the world, carry the weight of the world Carry a blade too, for they forsake you Yeah, I'm the vision, from the night I was born To be the eye of the tiger in the eye of the storm I own a clock, ain't no need for alarms Just get on your A-game when it's time to perform Yeah, and I can show you what it feels like The moment they want you defeated but yet you still fight So what it feel like? [Hook] Hold up wait a minute Let me put some season in this Gumbo Hold up wait a minute Let me put some season in this Gumbo Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, for you Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, flavor Whole lot of flavor, for you [Skit] - "Hold up, wait a minute / Let me put some season in this gumbo" - n***a, shut the f** up! Hey, hey! I'm tryna play you this new Rock, and you still singin' that sh**. No n***a, new Rock! My n***a... - But it ain't this gumbo from Mrs. Johnson - Man, f** you and Mrs. Johnson! - n***a, what you sayin? That's my Sunday school teacher, dawg. Look, if it ain't better than this gumbo I got from Mrs. Johnson then we gon' have some real problems, man. I'm just sayin' - Look, my n***a. Relax, my n***a. Listen to this sh**