Marc E. Ba**y - Andy Griffith lyrics

[Intro] sh** Hey, Hello [Verse] Under the influence of a whole lot of reefer A half a bag of pure sh** I tell her that I need her A common denial rappers getting busy A soft of a piano Alicia Keys got sweezy I know you feel it shoutout to all the poets Bouncers at strip clubs b**hes working that pole sh** it Looks so easy I can see the makeup you put on Formulate your future baby [?] a song Little darling growing twenties all my ladies making money They don't just throw you one's I got sufficient funds I throw a hundred and my man put it in his fly It ain't tricky when you spending money on your family ties Hosted clubs, centerfolds give me deja vu Paper at the cloud nine and a canabo Comics at Al Capones [?] Cognac sippin outside them broken homes Golden Eagle motel Fake Chanel and Louis Oakland rappers with two b**hes grew up listening to Duey And blow that oowee Outside like it's legal It practically is we should've skylined with the seagulls Soon as I hit Broadway After a long day A girl [?] And it's about foreplay [?] I kick back with a blunt or two My undivided team and now they grew up in 2002 The 415, 510, all the rest of 'em I'm singing with the band but I'm rapping with the best of 'em This ain't no bible but it sure is an Old Testament Streets with hookers, pimps, and tourist, drug dealers, entrepreneurs Blacks and whites and mexicans and asians [Outro] Everybody out here tonight You know? And they all got jobs All like the [?] fight Birds of feather and we all getting loose tonight