The Avid Record Collector - Por Que lyrics

[Louis Logic] Jay Love Louis Logic Odd Couple (Porque?) Call me Felix Hunger, starving artist at-large Independent entrepreneur, the hardest to rob Hardest to dodge, till I'm offered a job So call off your guard I'm tryna get this loot and buy cars for my squad We far from the odd, we're a couple of nuts Cuddlin' s*uts, puffin a Dutch and clutchin' up cups Filled with nothin' but suds so top off the shot gla** I got hash, it top cla**, I copped it just as a cop pa**ed I stopped fast, thought about it then I broke north Slid up to the crib and took my coat off Took a toke off the chalice in the Odd Couple palace Thanks to Alice my hands don't have a single callous I think my style is different from the rest I'mma spit it for a test and put the critics to a rest So get it when I'm vexed or else catch when it drops Either way you'll be like, "No question, it's hot" I'm the best on the block but understand I live on it Spit on it, and pay respect to those who been on it Gin tonic, tonic meet gin, this is my chronic friend Now that you're introduced we can begin I spin around like a record until I get dizzy Black out, stumble up to the mirror and scream, "Who is he?" I'm busy in the bathroom reminiscin' of last June I keep talking wit' you, but I think I'm gonna crash soon [Hook] [J-Love = JL , Louis Logic = LL] [JL]Why they rockin' ice? [LL]Why they not rockin' mics? [JL]Why do hip-hop shows turn into boxin' fights? [LL]Why do girls front on you unless your pocket's right? [JL]Why 'd I spend my last buck to tip a topless dyke? [LL]Why do heads gotta like [JL]sh** that's wack? [LL]Matter of fact [JL]Why they treat hip-hop like it's just rap? [LL]Why do street n***as front aristocrat? You'll get dissed for that [JL]Why do they get away with murder on tracks like diplomats? [Louis Logic] Before my track is mastered, the sound'll shake the foundations Crack the plaster, sandstone and alabaster To knock the fragile rafters from an oak wood roof 'Til the smoke protrudes from the soundproof vocal booth Truth in the form of a musical song Is like beautiful p**n stars in chewable thongs Cause heads get off to this, then we send 'em away With their jaws hanging down like dentist offices (Porque?) Sick, demented sorcerers weavin' a spell Change water to brew, and tobacco to weed in a L Change a faucet to a beer tap, and fill a Hefty cinch sack With trees until it's stretched to thin straps Who got a problem with a bottomless beer That could make a pessimist smile and an optimist tear? I'm probably severe as pourin' some scotch in a beer 'Til I'm wobbly and weird sh**, I hope a hospital's near 'Fore I OD on Old E, and stop my career Hallucinate, and see little green monsters appear I run with irresponsible peers, underfunded Without jobs, living with moms, sleepin' in bunk beds Drug heads whose lives is unkempt That never get up from bed before sunset We're still catchin' dumb heads who try to front fresh When you're just half of what you could be like a chick wit' one breast [Hook]