Joe Black - Bonus Donut lyrics

FREE DONUT (Donuts on the Dash) Produced and by DJ Kaem I got donuts on the dash, donuts on the dash Got that sh** at Petro-Can but forgot to get the gas I got my donuts on the dash, donuts on the dash Got that sh** at Petro-Can but forgot to get the gas ("fu*k YOU, DONUTS ARE AWESOME! ...and delicious") ("but now you must be satisfied"...fat b**h) What you know about the coldest of winters? Low on dro so we rollin' up pinners What you know about frozen donuts for dinner? Unthaw 'em on the Golf, keep 'em warm on the engine know you broke when your clothes from Winners Low on dough, we ain't rollin on spinners Still got a little bit of dro and i'm biddin' Double fisting cold ones, throwin bows like I'm Riddick All you see is blue buds through the tinteds Like Homer Simpson, making love in the Civic Favorite donuts on the dash while they kick it With the rainbow sprinkles, looking oh-so delicious... ("I'd sell my soul for a donut!") ("but now you must be satisfied"...fat b**h) I wouldn't buy your CD if I felt bad for you 'cause you had diabetes You can try and see me, maybe if you were as live as Stevie And grew a pair of eyes, believe me, s**ers is tryna be me Accidental suicide, you die skydiving tryna do fly grafitti On the streets, that's where everything happen now, you can ask them clowns- that you rap with now Is that your ho gettin pa**ed around? she got lapped around like a Nascar mound Make it rain, like Storm from the X-Men A ho working the strip pole like a vixen p**n's her profession and blow's her religion? Now guess where she livin'... On the streets, that's where she hustle now. quit Dunkin, sellin' apple fritters Why you cashiers act like b**hes? shut your trap and bag my Timbits She said "cream puff, you as rare as a brown Hasidic j** in a town like Venice" She'll let you baster her beaver tail with clustered nuts and custard fillings Blow donut holes with lit lah, you ain't really on our tip, right? Go get powdered like the toast man, I know you jelly on the inside... (hook) ("but now you must be satisfied"... you fat b**h) From the moment I'm in... shiiiiiiiiit there's no holdin' back I'm going to win while you roll up your rim I'ma roll on your camp like the No Limit tank With hate in my eyes, guy, I ain't takin my time So you can catch your breath, you get smashed on my steps like Jazzy Jeff On the streets, that's where we Uncle Phil them hoes, where we got more back than Brazilians grow Still, ho chill on the low, though my bill fold, been tippin' O's Never waste time trying to find a date, i'm on my grind, only mess with dimes, nines and eights Why'd I debate (wide eyed debate) and talk trash out the side of my face? Like I would need to front... your respect? keep it punk You're only on point when your needle's stuck (and sh**, you look like you need a lunch) With donuts on the dash and your shorty ridin' shotty She picked me up 'cause she love Osa, 36 double-double in the cup holders Ain't nothin' changed, you're still so f**in' lame So if your chicken clucks, I'll stuff her face 'til she say she ready for the double glazed (hook)