Kosha Dillz - Tupac Gone Fishin lyrics

Verse 1 I'm a A+ at being a failure Heaven sent me down to the earth will Hell words Sex on a cross right there where I nailed her Moses split the red sea but I will set sail first 40 ounce of steel reserve so you feel perturbed Everyone got things to say so now I'm getting disturbed Word? Ugh! Harry Potter and the Hogwarts I make a million off the art like I'm Brainwash Shhhh... (chorus) Think I think I got a hook? For your face and the blood yo look (smack!) Listen up b**hes ,I want 50 bucks on her I ain't talking bout stitches I mean I'm talking bout stitches Dig it uncle scrooge money bin and the riches Im 2Pac gone fish in What? I'm 2Pac gone fishin! VERSE 2 I ain't rap bout things in space I rap about things like the lead front in ya face .(yeah) Hip Hop used to be so cla**ic, nowadays too many kids is not getting they a** kicked Ha yeah took a lotta acid Ha yeah took a lot of mushrooms Inhale the dust fumes thought I was Chucky like,, Uh uh uh uh oh Tails from the crypt keeper Feel the ether when I spit it up Girlfriend grave im a dig it up And I don't really give two f**s, everyone else could die before they get a chance to live it up Flow is so, flow is so jersey But you can see me in a desert in Albequerque Slick like el gato My people hold knives like Juarez across El Paso (chorus) Think I think I got a hook? For your face and the blood yo look (smack!) Listen up b**hes ,I want 50 bucks on her I ain't talking bout stitches (ok!) I mean I'm talking bout stitches Dig it uncle scrooge money bin and the riches Im 2Pac gone fishin (what?) I'm 2Pac gone fishin! Verse 3 Lee's motel party three chicks forgot a bible Kick two out, 3 am decision final Wake up 2 pm and she missing vitals Ambulance do the dance, I ain't talk dance recitals I ain't never had a fund for a fund to trust 2Pac gone fishin' , slicing up the halibut Amphetamine dream scheme, never had a cut No money in my pocket? ha - damn that a s** Life gettin better not (not) Bait on the hook from a fiend on a block (block) Beggin for that food outside the coffee spot (spot) Crack laced not enough a chance with that fruity pebble rock Straight and narrow path only way from a crooked cop Stop go wait look it then I stop One more hit than my career I pop Kilo to a lot, ended up being something i'm not (chorus) Think I think I got a hook? For your face and the blood yo look Listen up b**hes ,I want 50 bucks on her I ain't talking bout stitches (ok!) I mean I'm talking bout stitches Dig it uncle scrooge money bin and the riches Im 2Pac gone fish in (what?) I'm 2Pac gone fishin!