Promatic - Waffle House lyrics

[Proof] Ayo, be quiet, you hear that? [Dogmatic] Whatchu talking bout' n***a? [Proof] Right.. Right there.. Dogmatic.. Listen, listen listen.. [Dogmatic] Man, What the f** man, Whatchu talking bout? [Proof] Don't tell me you don't hear that sh** doe [Dogmatic] Hell naw man.. You trippin' you trippin' dog [Verse 1: Proof (Dogmatic)] *Shhhh*, Don't speak no more Damn, Can't feel my heat beat no more Who that beatin' the door? Who smack my door? (Calm down proof, nobody at your door) Is that for sure? Get the gat out dog I'm bout to put it in this n***a flat out dog Proof is just paranoid from the d** *Shh shh* you hear that noise? Right there somebody moving (Ha! ha! this n***a foolish!) Proof is just paranoid from the d** (Whatchu say?) I better be high; my head is just dry Through the ghetto we ride Till my tummy amphetamy slide I'm pathetic in trife, look at the red in my eye Bearly alive, I'm there with my wife (What?) Did I say that? Or think that? Let's think back f** it, Yo pep show me where the sink at I guess I struck out Don't trust nobody.. Everybody get the f** out! Give a f**, stole my mothers lamb (Hey Proof my pound is in your other hand!) Thinking' I'm f**in' (yea), you little b**h you You see that door? Hit it! Before I hit Yo [Hook: repeat 2X] Don't bother me, I'm high right now I really don't wanna hear your mouth right now I'm on a cloud right now Lets order Chinese at the Wafflehouse What is you talking about? [Verse 2: Dogmatic (Proof)] I woke up on the wrong side I woke up with a sack of pills under my nutsack And they all mine I'm still hungover from the last time (That was three hours prior to now, n***a you still high) You think this sh** will make my brain fry? (Gimme 5 minutes to go get it and we can sure try) Approximately 5 minutes later (Yea I'm back with the stash) n***a roll it up, I'm a pro n***a Let's hit that b**h an get 4 fitted My dad did d** so I just go wid it This what I'm laughing at, everytime my blood is spilling I guess that I'm my own worst critic Start hittin' these trees and never stop quittin' Never kind to hit something' life is what you make it Puffin the green on any given [Hook] [Proof] Man I'm tellin' you, somebody knocking my mothaf**in [Dogmatic] You check the door man? [Proof] yea there's somebody at my damn door [Dogmatic] Where these pills come from? [Proof] What pills? [JUST] Yea they mine n***a [Proof] You got purple pills.. You got some purple pills! n***a gimme yo goddamn pills, gimme your damn pills man [Dogmatic] There's no-one at the door [Proof] There is somebody at the damn door Why don't you listen man, gimme your goddamn pills doe [Verse 3: Just] Hey hey bring my legs back (We ain't got your legs) Well bring me a big Mac I need to eat something before I smoke this sack (Man you always eating' JUST that's why you fat) I'mma try some crack, you got a pipe? Foo, you got the solids, so who got the stripes? JUST forget it, its time to get lifted Pa** the tas, disaster to fake mags Why you talking so loud, we in the same room Shut up, while I pop this pill I can't open my mouth, tryna pull it open Hell naw, then I guess we'll keep smoking One puff two puff three puff four Its all gone now we gone get some more Dog I told you somebody was at my door [Hook]