Sir Michael Rocks - Super Squad lyrics

(Verse 1: Chuck Inglish) I’m in the coupe, listening to Snoop Whoop this is what I do, Oh b**hes need it too n***as fin to get it for them Sitting in the foreign in the Forum, in the zone Two phones on silent, fin to score 40 on ’em Bout to do a donut on ’em (?) Where baby from? Do she got a work permit? Baby twerk something, waves, can I surf something? On the chirp, magic with the wand I can work wonders with the work In ’04 smoking purp, ol’ boy off the shore sipping syrup I really mean it and I know what its worth What’s up, what’s up, nitrous tanks had me perf Cop a whip and started wildin’ in that mug Sportswear Chuck and I raise the Stanley Cup Nissan truck with the dump (?) You can still hit me up if you want that plug (Hook: Chuck Inglish and (Sir Michael Rocks)) Ba** on 12 shaking sh** on shelves Ba** on 12 shaking sh** on shelves We back on getting weigh it up on scales We back on getting weigh it up on scales Where you get that from? (Where you get that from?) Where you get that from? (Where you get that from?) Where you get that from? (Where you get that from?) Where you get that from? (Where you get that from?) (Post-Hook) Spend a few bands on it, deluxe package with my stamps on it Spend a few bands on it, deluxe package with my stamps on it (Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks) Some of the things that you said, you didn’t mean Listerine, wash your mouth out till it clean You don’t kiss your mama with that mouth do you? Them other girls is threats don’t let them out do you Don’t let them ever, ever, ever, ever Split the sh** that you put together like clips and Berattas like Spend a few bands on it, deluxe package with my stamps on it Some of the things that you said, you didn’t mean Listerine, wash your mouth out till it’s clean You don’t kiss your mama with that mouth do you? Them other girls is threats don’t let them out do you Don’t let them ever, ever, ever, ever Split the sh** that you put together like clips and Berattas Spend a few bands on it, deluxe package with my stamps on it (Hook) Ba** on 12 shaking sh** on shelves Ba** on 12 shaking sh** on shelves We back on getting weigh it up on scales We back on getting weigh it up on scales Where you get that from? (Where you get that from?) Where you get that from? (Where you get that from?) Where you get that from? (Where you get that from?) Where you get that from? (Where you get that from?) (Post-Hook) Spend a few bands on it, deluxe package with my stamps on it Spend a few bands on it, deluxe package with my stamps on it (Verse 3: Chuck Inglish) Bring em out, we got a lot of those When the tides out, thats when the water flows We pick up hoes with the city on the backdrop At the, Cabaret suit with the big blocks Square toe gators and my pants leg tailored Pay me what you own me don’t do me no favors Why I keep rapping about pagers? When I shooting from the hip n***as shoot and break a ankle Strapped in the whip, I keep a strap in the whip Of the wrist that I flick I gotta factor it in With the workload (?) folks tell em what it is Come a time where you had to take a lost to get a win But that’s for them s**as And I don’t f** with motherf**as I’m like a super n***a though, in the booth (?) cool kids left school to drop an album That cool that you wouldn’t be without us Now lace your boots tight before you hike a mountain Me and Mike had the power And we brought back them Starters and two herringbones n***as know we was the coldest Cooking with a smoker, it’s beef if you want it Chuck and Mike till 2025 with the dope sh**