Retch - Dirty Ginger Ale lyrics

[Production by Thelonious Martin] [Verse 1] I hit the barber, get a lineup Throw stiff dick in vagina, uh Pull out vadanas, toss packs out the Sonata The gas pedal was clutched by the Pradas All off the product, I'm blowing chips in the mall I pray to ball until my number is called I'm on a plane or selling d** in a hall Clubs, dimes getting f**ed in a stall I took trips off of juggling raw Back to the hood, smoke a bog- in the store And many nights I made love to a who*e I place the call, topic is money, I wanted it all Before the summer began the fall, meet me at the [?] The fifth floor room number 504 And when you get here just knock at the door n***a wake up, count money for the f** of it Already know it's there but it's the love of it Like [Hook] Slit neck of the goat, host the funeral on a boat, n***a Sip punch, big steaks, and big blunts Pet human that do stunts, huh You n***as runts, I got the chest of the ape I ate the grapes as I made my escape, huh Vanished in smoke, enemies throwing the yolk n***a, all for the love of the coke, uh [Verse 2] I look the judge right in the face Sold dope and beat the case, n***a Lawyer paid, vacation it was taken in the shade This the life of a man who got it made, uh I sport the diamond studded black crown Enter the spot without the pat down, uh Firearms make you big n***as back down The drink was poured, Willie Hutch sang in the background I'm just a product of my story Been mimicked since I was a shorty, uh Become one with the baby 40 If I go out, it's in a blaze of glory, n***a We in the streets still sinning b**h n***as died and the world kept spinning I'm rocking linen, pop the wine cork off the yacht n***a, all for the love of the rock, n***a [Outro] Still f** you n***a Smack your f**in' lunch tray out your f**in' hand You f**in' vegetable lasagna a** n***as, f** outta here All you n***as is motherf**in' food n***a You n***as is motherf**in' fried rice n***a f** that sh** n***a