J-Ro - Hangover lyrics

[Verse 1: Styliztik Jones] Geah... it's magic... let's get it This is, vicious, b**hes switches what I'm about Lyrics is fire physics and n***as look out The 45 blows kisses aimed for yo' mouth You can't deny 'em my wishes ambitions n***a naw never uh-uh am I fictitious See I'm Eddie Murphy "Raw" no tight-a** riches See these haters throw salt cause they superstitious When it rains it pours yeah I know the sayin fella So like Morton's Salt, I brought an umbrella That'll turn any mad dog into an Old Yeller I call him Magnum P.I. like T-a-Tom Selleck n***a this is real life, youse a movie trailer If this "The Matrix" I'm the glitch, got Tha Liks in this b**h Styliztik's got the b**hes takin flicks This that next level sh**, good lookin E-Swift I'm tryin to take a piss, get off my dick! [Hook] Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up Do it all again 'til we all pa** out Roll it up, smoke it up, drink it up, throw it up Do it all again 'til we all pa** out - Pop the bottle, 'til we all pa** out - Sip the skunk, 'til we all pa** out - Drink it up, 'til we all pa** out - Beat it up, 'til we all pa** out [Verse 2: J-Ro] Yeah, uh... yo J-Ro blow like artery with the West coast artistry Devils wanna k** me but they don't wanna martyr me I spit philosophy with maximum velocity Relaxin at the Oddysee I put it in the air, like apostrophes I'm livin out the prophecy Tha Liks will win the game like Monopoly Anything less is atrocity Cats get k**ed but not from curiosity Got somethin to make 'em back off of me Knick knack, paddy wack, give a dog a drink f** with me, I'll have you earlin in the sink I'm the type of n***a who be like, "f** yo' couch!" While I roll up your kush and drink yo' Guinness Stout Here's a little mischief, Styliztik and Bishop We too tight, we'll make you go back home and switch up You need a better show, I think you better let it go It's hardcore pimp but I got hustlin flows [Hook] [Verse 3: Tash] It's it money or the way CaTash ride on the beat That got the b**hes in the party feelin light on they feet I take freaks and then I push 'em to the point of insanity Cause I've been rockin mics since Prince was f**in Vanity Honk honk {*bleep bleep*} they bleepin out my cuss words My kids never see they think I'm cleaner than the suburbs Bustin is my life and you know I can't quit it I tried to pa** the torch and Stylz lit a blunt with it Trippin, Likwit, Bishop Lamont All we hear around here is n***as b**hin a lot I, show up or blow up cause my spot is wild Put a hundred f**in down on my homeboy... [Verse 4: Bishop Lamont] Styliztik, Likwit, Alkaholiks anonymous Trippin, pissin on all your city monuments Hittin chicks from all the different continents Gettin lifted, crime we call it condiments n***as that I'm with is young black and prominent Gun packin dominant, we run with the obvious Wolfpack rush, better run like you're Donovan Or n***as'll crack your head like they tryin to cook omelettes Dressed in all black, everybody look synonymous Back of the Cadillac is all packed with my conglomerate Automatic strap pack clack clack is not promisin Sit back, relax, sip 'gnac without vomitin Matter of fact, I rap and act like Solomon The cat in the hat got a rash she swallowin I'm an anamoly G and I solemnly swear to be free Just skeez another on the breeze [Hook: x2]