Mathematics - Two Shots Of Henny lyrics

One cup of Henny's, got me feeling good Two cup of Henny's, got the dick on wood Three cup of Henny's, got me stumblin', whoadee Four cups, yeah, now it's a party Work your body, jerk your body But please don't hurt nobody Work your body, jerk your body (But please don't hurt nobody) I crack an L, when I roll it up, I puff inhale Exhale, while I hold my nuts I count the knot, while I fold it up I put Queens on the spot, yeah, now watch me blow it up I used to be a little n***a, now I'm growin' up I'm buck, plus in the whip, yo, I throw the clutch Gettin' nice on the bike, yo, I throws it up Livin' in the fast lane, I'm a soldier, what? I got the ice with the colder cut, got the dice to the point That every time that I roll, it's bucks I got the mic to the point, that every time That I flow, is nuts I'm livin' life, like blow a bu*t Four-five cigars keep n***as rollin' up Four-five cars deep, when we rollin' up Four-five in the jeep, leave you foldin' up Four-five-six, freaks on these swollen nuts Come here, b**h, let me hold your bust Turn around, bend down, yeah, now let me mold ya bu*t It ain't nuthin' but a g-string, baby Two big bu*t cheeks going crazy I got that leak with the colder cut Anytime you smell the stink in the air, man, you know it's us We get the drink and the head, man, you know we drunk I'm all that, and a bag of chips I'm all that, and a four-five mag of clips On the strength, it'll hit you from a block away Got a cousin that'll rip you out in Rockaway Got a brother that's locked away, ya'll n***as was hot Yesterday, but you're not today Had rocks yesterday, you don't got today Had the block yesterday, where the block today? I'mma stop smoking and drinking, but not today Pimp left, pimp right, pimp left, pimp right Left, it's going down, right, pimp left, pimp right You can catch Flames at the bar, where the drinks And the chicks at, Don P, walk by, you know I gotta get that Throw a few lines, maybe later I can hit that F*ck 'em low cups, bartender, where the pimp at? Hen' on the rocks, got me tipsy Old flame sayin' she missed me, tried to kiss me I get that, Dutchies being rolled up, dog, let me hit that Before the bounce, we smell it and then we gotta clip that Open mic got up on the stage, and I ripped that Now I'm in the bathroom, chicks lickin' where my dick at Haters wanna k** me, all they do is grill me n***as that step up, get beat down quickly Play the wall, only if a chick there with me Beat her in the head, til the chick feel silly Throwin' lines, like 'ma, I don't want you to blow And I know you got a man, we crush on the low, you know?' b**hes get pierced like belly bu*tons All my peeps and my fam in the telly f*ckin' And the d's and the feds can't tell us nothing So if you rollin' with the God, let's do something Come on, with an L in my hand, I write a hell of a jam We may have a knife, but we better than fam Every time you see the Gods, they like where's the charm? If you knock 'em out the park, like Barry Bonds I got a, scary pops and a scary moms And I f*ck with the hood, til we carry arms Started personal, and I can't stand these dudes Just for speaking man-to-man, they starting family feuds Step into the club Where there's s** and lot of d** And the thugs, they love, to, bust slugs, ohhh