Quelle - White Stripes lyrics

[Intro] Check! [Verse 1] n***a get a life, 10 Deep crewneck Blunt to the face, n***a, never ask "Who next?" Homie I ain't Two-Tecs, that's B.I.G, homie, ay Where the f** was his gangsta a** out in LA Ay-bay-bay, this is not a diss But your b**h looks like Hurricane Chris And n***a it's fact, that what you rap fiction I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens Your b**hes do my braids, say dog I be hitting Never knew my dick be where you be kissing When I shoot missions, gotta keep a clip in Or I roll deep like roaches in my kitchen Dog, I ain't tripping, but they never gone They don't even run when I cut the lights on Holmes, what's the biz? n***a, watch your kids Your b**h say my dick bigger than John Holmes' is Limes in Corona, 2-for-18 Might pop Adderall, I don't f** with no lean Sitting at a mall, n***a f** them all Walk in thrift stores, now watch daddy ball Vintage a** fleeces, skinny no creases Me and these is like ETs and Reese's Pieces Laying on beaches, hoes' toes pedicure b**h give me head cause she liked my metaphors 'bout getting head, isn't that ironic, like Alanis Morisette? [Break] Check! [Verse 2] Tight like corsets 'round the waists of S&M b**hes b**h a** fat like Deelishis' is Hoes say I'm inconsiderate Cause I make 'em treat my dick like licorice But they can't get a pack of Twizzlers on me Light-skinned b**h that I call darky Always in beef like Eek the Cat and Sharky So I ate the cat and now she heart me Roll another spliff, pop another pill Live every day like a n***a going away When getting locked, f**ing with the pot Gotta n***a two hots and a top cot Some n***as like to plot, I move on instinct n***a, I can lock down a year in a precinct And these bars will still be hotter than your new sh** Why you try to keep it warm like somebody else piss? In that drop on the way to the P.O You talk sh**, turn his b**h to El Nino Rap jalapeno, flow Neo Geo Crunk like Lil' Jon, "Bia Bia" live in Rio n***a do a peep show, f**ing quarter freak ho Hit you with the cinco, now you n***as el finito Sipping on Cleco, rap like a cheat code To the game of life and I'd pa**ed twice Now tell me mothaf**a that I ain't nice Roll another dime sack, n***a just rewind that