Jak Tripper - Dowie Mandel lyrics

"Don't get it twisted I do some dirt too but I ain't never put my gun on nobody who wasn't in a gang." "A man must have a code." Freak diesel power, cheeba cow, keep cheese green and sour Leafy loud tree with the kiefy flower Chief it down steaming scout leaping out of my reefer cloud Greazy style yeah my breeze is foul Sleeping sound, sea foam blue dreams about New strains grown daily in a secret house I need pounds f** a feeble ounce if I don't roll up right now I might go blow up the town Bowls fully loaded like the queen's crown Big Jah Guts cover High Times, f** around Puffing on the couch while we flooding all the drought Don't come shouting with a bag of stems and seeds like "sorry the gems got weeded out" "f** it then, for another pig sandwich and some tater salad, I'll go a few more." Chrome kick it craze, everyone think they gangster Kids say they're gripping bangers so I spit this lead Jaws click and spray front lawn bullet trade Strong is the aim on long distance range Bronze hits your brain, raw song ricochet Kong is the game so I'm stomping away Broads with the fangs chomp on your watch's face All they want is the riches, hit 'em with dong and blaze Staying slimey as crooks with grime filling up brooks From unsterilized lines in my hooks See their spines getting juxed I cut prawn behinds with one long slice to spill out their inner linings of gook I try to tell these rooks to stay in line but they shook Like Michael J. Fox with a coloring book Oh I'm a go blind for that Like God's trying to say "Look, you can't just spray every damn thing that just pops in these rhymes you cook" Forgive me McFly, I'm really just trying to get booked Every f**ing day that pa**es by fills my wallet with soot And pop flies so I slide in a nook Hear shots fired while I'm grinding that puss You got that? That b**h should get co*ked back Rock flaps, split her with jizzum rhythm give hot baths Twats splashed, tip top hat, lift shot gla** Got cla** but I'll still peel your thoughts cap