Joey Trap - Sesame Street lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Trap] Run that bih' up like a track meet Run that bih' up like a track meet Gimme the pack and I might tax that, ooh She gotta fatty I might tap that, ooh Gimmie ya' addy we pulling up to ya' pad and then we gon pull out the rattle n' go click clack, ooh I ride that bih' like a boat with a sail on it She s** my dick then I bail on her, ooh I got a pack in a box that says mail on it Open it up and then sell all it, ooh I'm from the street man I feel like sesame, uh All of these thotties wanna have s** with me, uh Whip it n flip it I know the recipe remember me when y'all n***as sleeping now u texting me, mmh She ride my dick like a skateboard, eww I get the bop I don't date who*es, eww I gave her Xanax she might deep throat, mmh I got my tool straight from Home Depot, yeah Lit pimpin', wrist pimpin', whip pimpin' sh** okay Piss on my wrist, yellow diamonds, yeah they sick, mmh [Verse 2: Comethazine] 40 round drum get him gone, aye Aim it at f** n***a dome, aye Run through his crib when there's nobody home And then take everything that he own, aye My n***as got all them poles, aye 30 round drum at your nose, aye n***as they don't want no beef, yeah She wanna f** me cause my teeth, are golden Talk all that sh** "Whatchu mean?", its over I can not smoke regular weed, its OG I'm on a k** streak oh no Uzi clip right at yo nose, aye Ride with the chopper I might blow, aye Free X n***a free vro, aye My n***as running with them poles, aye I ball on n***as like D rose Aye, aye, yeah I smoke that boof with my vro, aye I smoke that boof with my vro, aye