Sketch the Bottom Feeder - Cruise the Whip Slow lyrics

Yo I'm in the booth right now, eatin' this chicken cordon bleu sandwich sh** is good as a motherf**er. Got a beer in my hand, I'm drinkin' Got a bong right behind me, ‘bout to hit this b**h Prolly go f**in' some hoes tonight, maybe, I don't know, get a stripper to s** me off or somethin' Yo Ayo, pa** me the purp and some booze to sip fool And pa** me the syrup, it's a Houston ritual When I see the flashin' lights I gotta lose the pistol And cruise the whip slow, the music spit low I'm used to this though, the sub in the trunk is turned up when I'm drunk, lookin' for somethin' to hump Fast to attack After jumpin' the pump, my crew will jack your stash, we're also smoking a blunt My clique is full of war vets, ruthless thugs That'll put holes in your chest, oozing blood My Chevy's not a Corvette but it can lose the fuzz I represent, showing Northwest Houston love I'm not a wanted man, but I'll let off My shell'll knock your head off, no tellin' where ya melon's gonna land The gun in my pants pocket is talkin' to the metal detector translatin' to a language you can't understand