The Great Outdoors - Word Up lyrics

Small Time Crooks [Verse 1: HUZZAH] Yo I'm like an offspring of awesome Stuffing rappers in trash bags and f**ing toss them it's trash day Raps packed in the sashay I'm in it for the cash I don't mean to be brash but Hey, being broke ain't working, hoes getting choked if they say they ain't t**ng Nah I ain't dancing the only thing jerking is my right hand reaching for the napkins on my night stand Still tripping and ripping these cool renants My flu cold I write raps with warm mittens And we in it till the last f**ing hurdle Flow getting heavy couldn't hold it with a girdle Word up, im slurred up, hoes lifting they skirt up 'Lijah straight k**ing this beat, they scream murder I'm Chuck Norris to this rap sh** Ground breaking flows like fat chicks and backflips I cruise to bruise, hit more licks then chapped lips n***as is a** like they slacks in the chatless Back to any rap n***as need more practice b**hes back in Hollywood, catch you with an actress No home training, cursed like a gypsy, think I'm bad now I'm even worse when im tipsy Nipsey n***a I hustle, keep a bad asian b**h word to Russel f** talking bruh we can tussle You can talk tough but you bout as rough as a truffle Sweet serenade, dip beats in marinade, n***as can't hear me get a hearing aid And I even gonna front, I'm rapping for loot We get a deal, sh** I'm probably still trapped in the suit Cause I mean, this sh** is cool, but I'm tryna get paid And secretly it's just a way to get laid so where the b**hes at? Snitches get stitches, so I never ran with they loaf Heard you n***as dope, what's a gram to a kilo Lil n***a you ain't f**ing with my steelo Cause I freeze MC's 0 degress below Word to Earl, I would never sweat a b**h Cause she gon' try to kick when she see my cheddar switch Whack n***as better get a better pitch cause its S.T.C G.O.D we getting rich n***a, yeah, f** with me