Sean Price - Weed & Hoes lyrics

[Sean Price] Whoa! Good Lord, wooo~! Y'all hear me? Here we go, c'mon Woo! I'm goin to hell for this one dunn Ehehehehehe... Bionic bags of weed, Polo SB's Red eyelid sly n***a that's Sean P Illuminate like the room, stupid pigs like the boom Fight a goon, knife a goon on a nice night in June Nice weather light sweater grey Polo with the crew neck Crispy Yankee fitted, Levis, Nike with the blue check Uhh, due respect, respect due Respect Skragz 'fore I shoot you and whoever you next to +Special+, +Got It Made+, +Ed+ucated to 12th grade f** college, Clarence 13X Smith gave me the knowledge Peep it, Osama, Obama, Obama, Osama Paranoid cause they name rhyme, dominus schama P! Illuminati got my mind soul and my body The blue Ferrari from the Don so the n***a hobby P! The brokest rapper you know Laughin all the way to the bank sayin f** rap though, n***a I got weed, hahaha [St. Maffew] Yeahhhhh! I'm probably goin to hell for this one I got hoes, plural not meanin just one Big small short tall quiets and boisterous Afrodisiacs that love clams and oysters (yes~!) Shy girls I break 'em out of they shells And off with they bra**iere and pany as well It's time to get triple X picky Okay a little bit of +Brain+ like +Pinky+, you get me? Head start legga race, put her on the track Pole Position when she place, how qualfying is that? Ah-HAA! Go girl, go girl Get that math and bring it on home girl Chuuch, St. Maffew, Don Bishop Hop your a** up on your good foot and go and get it It's hard out here for a pimp When you tryin to keep these lazy a** hoes in check It's Maffew!