Sahtyre - 1992 lyrics

[Verse: Sahtyre] Yeah, and really I ain't never gave a f** Saht be that n***a when you see me, homie say, "What up?" These boozy b**hes be annoying like a paper cut All I'm trying to do is make some music till I take my d** Long hair, don't care, on some Wayne sh** Just cause my voice weird, don't mean I'm on some Wayne sh** Cali in my blood, slit my wrists so you can taste it b**h n***as running like graffiti when the paint drip I'm on a space ship, feeling so groovy High like cooley with syrup in my smoothie Jealous motherf**ers wanna judge like Judy But I don't give a damn, if you don't like it, b**h sue me Got a dubee full of hash, burn it to ash Ass, the b**h I keep it wet, splash Roll up in the bar, full bottle and a flask And if you ain't f**ing with us, y'all can kiss my a** And I just might spaz on your b**h a** First name Ca**, no ra** Remember when a n***a ain't had no cash? Now I'm laughing at them dumb hoes that didn't let me smash LSD, what you telling me? And all my n***as is real, no Tel Aviv And it's hella G and they will agree Cause we got em' all hooked, no MSG And it's feeling like we cheating, everyday a weekend I'mma die eventually, so what's the point of sleeping? Always late as f** to these boring a** meetings Rather be with all my n***as, smoking joints and drinking So, they say I'm a delinquent I say, they just afraid cause I think quick Chase Moore and the hippy, so the beat sick, beast it You ain't f**ing with us, eat a dick till your teeth chip Homie I'm a be me, d** in my beanie I wish a n***a would, I told that to my genie Sipping on that premium with shrooms like Luigi Whole 'nother world, couldn't find me with a Ouija It's easy, Sahteezy, young steezy Climb from the bottom to the top, no ZZ From LA, to DC, to Asia, to Figi They crank up the [?], they go crazy when they see me Cause I'm right here in 3D, and I k** beats, [?] You're [?], don't give a sh** if I sampled, it was meaty It was life sh** cause it's my sh** Can't see me like fly sh**, get off my dick Either get the point or you'll get the point of my ice pick Die slow, die slow, fro like sideshow Bob getting bobbed by some broad puffing hydro Hands up in the sky though, middle finger flipping to the 5-0 West like 5-0, b**h Four walls, they surround me