Piff Gang - Little Mexico lyrics

[Verse 1: Super Dertie] I'm rolling rolls, lighting fires up the whole time [?] On the way to see some pengy with a flat belly Said I'll be 5 minutes, so get the flat ready She knows the deal, I'm Super Dertie, I don't play games Unless it's 2 chicks, same ends, same names I live the life of an entertainer with mega papers Rolling around like you can f** it, celebrate the status Middle finger sh**, like I've just seen the pigs f**ing the world as my spliff goes down in increments I'm in the clouds, smoke amounts, some would call preposterous My piff the driest in the pipe, [?] [?], Addicted to that boss sh** Rolling deep, yeah my team is like the Cosa Nostra Got the ting in trunk, pumping summer funk Sunny on the M1, drunk, skunk up in my lungs [Chorus] Piffing out in public, piffing when I creep Piffing when I wake up, piffing when I sleep Piff in my backpack, piff in my jeans Piff Gang gets them Gs, Piff Gang keep it G Piffing out in public, piffing when I creep Piff when I wake up, piffing when I sleep Piff in my backpack, piff in my jeans Piff Gang gets them Gs, Piff Gang keep it G [Verse 2: Don Silk] I'm in Little Mexico, bagging up the piff Sipping Henny XO, bally on my b**h Rolling 4 deep with no strally in the whip But the man in the back seat is real handy with a [?] I've got Mandy in my drink Jaw swinging like I give a damn what you think (no) Eyes flicking more than the paps snapping pics Yeah there's mud in my cup, but I don't give a f**, got my middle finger up When I buy a draw, it's 28 grams Fresh trim, Polo hat, vintage Ray-Bans The dro iller, got me twitching like Rain-Man [?], the hoes digging like chain gang It's the Don Silk, my b**h a dime in a dozen Rolls my weed up and keeps a pie in the oven I'm piffing harder than Howard Marks The bars are the power plant that got my brain fried [?] [Chorus] [Verse 3: Phaze One] I ain't got no time to worry, a care Hella high yet I am slumped up in this chair But f** it, who needs to see things clear When clearly, most things that [?] isn't fair f** it, I'm merely, talking what I see I guess the n***a in me's got me walking on this beat I'm all for peace, while you're talking to the beast Eating pork with the police, how awful can you be? Please, leave me be I've got this sticky green cheese I'm about flip on the case of a random DVD Seeing three, I, myself and me I've got a kettle inside of me blowing self esteem And even when I'm low, you can't distort the dream I'll make the cream, give my nan dough, but I ain't Portuguese I'm painting pictures that ignorant n***as aught to see I'm high and out of control, skunk [?] [Chorus]