Mike G - Michael Douglas lyrics
[Verse 1: Vince Staples] That quiet n***a in the front of the cla** With a autographed bible and a gun in his bag Handed the mic into the audience, nothing but laughs Only if them f*gs knew it was nothing to mask up Cause any day that 12 gauge score 30 In that pin-striped bulletproof H town jersey Down to H-town at the K-Mart, swing the 'K 'round Make 'em run and scream like the supermarket sweep Too lethargic with the heat, more than in 2003 Night stalks, jack bean, choppers roaring like the '20s AK's, AK's, AR's and MP's Fully loaded, n***a push me, best believe that sh**'ll end your breathing How you look into my eyes and say you don't believe in demons Puzzles me, sh** I'm missing more than just a couple pieces Diamonds gleaming, b**hes screaming, welcome to the sh** I'm dreaming Crippled nieces and Nissan's, I don't adjust the seat Tryna catch her slipping and leave 'em crippled like Williams I ain't talking 'bout Robin, I doubt the fire will end it This f**ing sickness I got, so f** Hell Aggravated d**h cases, what's jail? f** bail Bet I'm breaking out this b**h, Fantasia signed my book bag Wasn't with consent, I had to shake it out that b**h Life's a simple woman, bet I'll make it out this b**h But first I plan on getting rich (Yeah, soroc n***a) [Interlude] I only drink {soroca?} Most of them {punjabi?} I only drink {soroca?} Most of them {punjabi?} You old enough to talk sh**, you old enough to get sh** Old enough to talk sh**, old enough to get sh** Old enough to talk sh**, old enough to get sh** These b**h a** kids I got problems, we all got problems, y'all getting beat up, put your feet up [Verse 2: SPEAK!] What a predicament, we caught up in the thick of it I guess I'll be the dick that has to rip these p**y ligaments Graduated golden gloves, burn her with the golden slugs Hack-sawed off, Jim Duggan dancing in my Lugz For real though, why them jokers wanna test me? My main b**h Arab plus I'm balling like the ESPYs Run the fade? yes please, knock 'em out they SB's Put 'em on ice if they acting all Gretzky Had to cop a jetski, show 'em that I'm wavy Half-breed Jew f**er with a case of rabies Born with a temper, so here come a tantrum A Tiny Toon Adventure turn break they jaw anthem Bare knuckle brawling, Puff Daddy baller Loose Cannonball Adderley, beatnik modded out I was never from a broken home, you can get a broken bone Better leave a locc alone, dial tone and hold the phone Wait, what the f** did your homey say? Brooklyn, hold my Chick-Fil-A, I shish kabob and ricochet Put him on the sk**et, George Foreman grill it Trigger Happy TV, then I Candid Camera k** it I was posted at a kickback, three ninjas kicked back Tell your homey kick back before he gets his ribs cracked! Goddamn! f** him up for fun! Hunter Hearst Helmsley, hipster with a gun [Outro] {Unintelligible} The kids need chains, the kids need chains. All the great kids throughout history had chains ({Unintelligible}) b**hes like chains, the kids like b**hes (And the mentor said so (?)) You like b**hes, right kids? Yup. You do (Show them the way) Do you like b**hes, SPEAK? (I love 'em) Young. You do (??? that a**!) Tell no you feel me, no lie, you feel me? (Mmhmmm, ???) {Unintelligible} (Look, I'm...I'm a good guy. ??? but I'm a good guy. ??? oh sh**...({unintelligible})