R.O.E. - Ba** Boosted lyrics

[Verse 1] (RayD) Uh I'm in the tree tops waiting 'til the beat drops Clock strikes three tocks now it's time to detox High off three drops, why cry? Please stop How many D's chopped up in the peach schnapps Told them all she's hot, nervous so my knees lock Can't find the key slot, now it's in her G spot Outrunning three cops through my field of weed crops Something kinda seems off tonight here in T-Dot Dumb a** Dilly, stupid, silly, went to one cla** One last filling, make a k**ing off a stunned a** Run pa** Philly, deke a Billy onto Dundas One task takes all night... ha [Verse 2] (Cue) Gotta story to tell so fix a listen Take a second to think about this record is dissing I'm rich as hell but the truth is missing So I'm aiming my gun at the sun and I'm pissing Hoping for retaliation from the big boy He got a big toy tryna stop the deploy I'm on my D-Boy, making street noise Chicken's asking where I'm sta-stashing all my heat, boy Hidden from you but you're not getting at it Won't happen 'til you become a road-street addict 1, 2, 3 and then you're out Sorta like the numbers on my f**ing bank account, AHH [Verse 3] (Roe) Truth is that I wish we coulda made it Instead of being judged by our friends and being rated We went through it all and now it's being hated You trust not me but your friends we seperated Now where you at? I'm like, 'Damn, we just slowly faded' Been together so long now the time is wasted And the truth is that we fell apart so long Trust in truth but we never got to roll on Girl, is it possible for us to stay long on? 'Stead of going forward and moving on all along But the truth is we can't forget the lame did But on your say you never let love stay in [Hook] We just a group of guys Who write and spit on loops and rhymes They try to crucify us But we have noticed That the people start to quote us I think they're boosted by us [Verse 4] (RayD) I'm coming back in though We are retards, spit a sick three bars Now we off the hook, phones gonna need a recharge Take me to the ER, call me up a DR Put some CCR on and make a T-chart Stronger than rebar, I would break your knee hard Team on my back, got the power of a street car Cutting 'til I leave scars, smack you 'til you see stars Don't know where I was so I'm gonna need to restart Pick up where I left off, always is the hard part So many recordings like I've interviewed with Nardwuar Verses out the universe, throwing down mars bars Habanero breath, spitting fire like a Charizard [Verse 5] (Cue) Let's do it up big, turn up the stereo We the hottest sounds in the streets of Ontario area The scenario is scaring ya b**hes say they hate, but I'm catching them blaring us Running like Terry does, rich like America's Money so long make you forget your hysteria Married to money, it's funny Music is sweet like the honeys Bouncing around like a bunny Dick is the hairiest b**h, are you serious? Make you start hearing us Smack you so hard I'll leave you down and delirious Step in the Delorian, rap is getting born again Rappers getting boring and I'm getting sorta furious [Verse 6] (Discreet) I'm so athletic, schizophrenic Losing my mind, fine grind makes the time fly Receiving deceiving looks, never judged by the books Crooks and castles, whips and lashes, blunts and ashes Provide the cash and place it in my hand Then toss a rubber band, man Marilyn Manson Eye liner, big shiner, both eyes surprised Looking like a deer in the headlights Take me to the limelight Too high, out of sights The reason I write Type in brighter record towards the light But these aren't my last days You rappers is pa**ed gay [Hook]