Packy - REFS lyrics

[Hook] She call me the referee cause I be so official She call me the referee (x2) She call me the referee cause I be so official (official, official) She call me the referee cause I be so official She call me the referee (x2) She call me the referee cause I be so official (official, official) [Verse 1: Packi] Fu-fu-fu-funk, where my REFS at? Lemme cook you up something hot, where's my chef's hat? Chronic, I represent every referee Repping Everything Flawless But boy I go the hardest But boy I got more bars than the warden Where's the competition? I'm dying of boredom Gimme suggestions so I can ignore 'em Somebody get on my level before I beat the game I got a lead foot on the pedal, heavy steady switching lanes What you know about it, I'm ahead of the curve Head of the cla**, valedictorian You got your head in your a** and still can't spit sh** Take your L boy and get lit You're stuck in the sewer but can't kick sh** I rep my team, then my city to begin the climb Then I put the mitten on like wintertime It's dinner time to any rapper thinking he can spit a rhyme Get in line I'm not even painting yet boy, I'm still in my prime [Hook] [Verse 2: Packi] Hold up. Squad up. Get the whip, ride up East west what? Speck reps no side up Central. REF sh** good for your mental Speck sh**, floss sh**, good for your dental Do your thing, but that work sh**? That can miss me I ain't waiting tables but I'm steady getting tips-y Word to the gin, or the cap, or the jack Got your girl with a grin when I snap on a track AH sh**, act like what you know wa**up You talking sh**? Oh that's word. I just hear you discuss us It must s** to be that lame REFS man that be that name Name that sh** I'll beat that game Gas me up I keep that flame that fuego Then we turn that table Stack that bread, build that sh**, then leh go Get those pockets looking prego Say go it's off to the races, we don't chase it, pace it Face it, we get wasted, take the test and ace it Get a case and take it to the face Because we stay sick AH [Hook] [Verse 3: Green Skeem] 1 of 4 Q'in the bars team doing your who*e-izontally Blowing green in my shop, green is in store The illest team on the block, started down low now we top It's time for winning, I'm tryna see Charlie Sheen on the watch I'm on top see the seat I'm sitting in You can't see or match my feet, how you fitting in? We in the game like Madden, gotta have it Trendy's the virus, my Johnson is Magic I have it Shocking the world. I think I'm static Thinking what if I ruled the world? I'm Illmatic Flawless is a habit, I'm royalty Now she fam floss she gotta be with that Oral B feel me? (Daggler) Real sh**, the difference of a minute You one minute past your face so who the f** you kidding? I'm Mr. Fifteen still ticking, she mad cause all the women But she just want that angry s** she just said she was venting With her friends right? I'm running with the glove but not the same way as OJ I keep a bag of trees with more colors than a fall day, always Plus a little sippy, all fades, hey I know that life is awaiting us. You think that there's a team better? You should enlighten us Cause we four young dudes wilin', keep the girls smiling Piling up, b**h don't ask what's what [Hook]