SoundState Beats - Hood Rat sh** lyrics

I'm in the mood for some hood rat sh**, some ol debauchery Twist the broccoli, let's drive drunk and knock some beats I'll rock your teeth down the back of your throat clown You ain't beating me at nothing, no how Like it's a showdown I'm coming in with guns drawn You punks gone laying dead on your front lawn But I'm a happy kind of guy and I like cash I try everyday but never find it in a pint gla** I'm nice smashed, life got me by the nut sack Bend that b**h over and I stick it in her bu*t crack Listen to son rap, but you punks wack You come around here and you get stuck like a thumbtack I don't believe 'em when they talking all that tough sh** You 'bout to punch him in the face? Enough b**h You wasn't tough kid, your momma gave you papers When I didn't have no food I would go out and take it John Doe Cuz I was hungry matter fact I was starving Looking like a crackhead don't even get me started Never again call me fat boy pig body I eat nonstop just because I can probably (that's why) I'm doing great though, I wish you could relate bro It's hard to explain to a mothaf**er hey yo Remember when I couldn't get these cats to play my disc Now they listen close and be like that's my favorite sh** But my patience is got you on some thin ice Disrespectful mothaf**er don't you know I've been nice I've been rapping since you was in the c*nt brother Hold it down son, take it in the mud cutter That's the brown, you can blow it out your bu*t cheeks I guess now pretty ladies want to f** me Baby s** me, like the f**ing double team And lay greasy from my piece on her double d's John Doe Ain't nothing sweet son I'm leaning in the caddy Beating on the gas while I'm speeding through the valley We out in Cali, you ain't ever been there Screaming out the window like I'm mothaf**ing Rick Flair Make a b**h stare and I hit her with a water gun Wet her titties up, we be having all the fun Rocking 3 retros, my room like a sneaker store I have crack on these b**hes, what I need 'em for Got the 4's got the 5's got the 6's I even got the press that came out before Christmas But I don't f** with phones, you can keep that pink b**h sh** And rocking with your skinny pants bumping Billy Danze Rolling up a spliff kicking it with Billy Danze Back state at Rock the Bells getting lifted Nose like a vacuum I'm s**ing up prescriptions I get busy I'm a mothaf**ing pro at it Put the track on you know I'm 'bout to toe tag it John Doe mothaf**er Day 9 sh**. Sound State beats. That cliché sh**. Rest in peace to B.I.G. sh** right?