Specifics - Under The Hood (Duplicate) lyrics

Here with a dilemma A dip with an umbrella out my cellar Let her in quick, the medicine scent, whatever I'm clever on some accapella sh**, that's my main strength But never been too bad, as well, at this gettin' brains thing I like the lights dim Not the type to fight Jim And bent like psych, to hit the bed and strike skins Right then the phone ringin' but left it Blowing in the night like the west wind crescent My preference is a heavy snare Yes, instead of some soft sh**, got a sweaty pair of breath mints The stars be glowing We spark weed, holdin' hands and a cold beer be the cardio and stamina Top physical condition when I'm kissin' Switchin' my footwork, I cook birds, chicken! She took off my cardigan, she told me start again I'm gettin' more bad b**hes than Mad Martigan! With no candles, R&B stanzas or glamorous clothes I rock no-brand sandals I'm dealing with fans, you're dealing with man-holes It's romance - and more p**n than Sancho I never snuff lights Havin' rough nights, but I must live up to my rep, right? Touch ice, but my blood warm Snuff any nickname, when he gets semi-drunk, it's a f**-storm! And some more couldn't hurt Mix up love and war like p**n, rum and Pepsi One for her skirt, yikes! But I Wanna just get done nicely - and yo, girl, your shirt's what entice me! Yo, I'ma do it like this! Ask if you love it so, if so, it's on... And boo, if you love his flow, it's golden Yo it's all good, what you runnin' under the hood?? I heard it through the grapevine Word's groupie's got the eyes on the crew Incite to get attached loosely at the waistline Booty makes my day, yo The ba**line boogie nights got to groove crazy with them cutie-pies Seventies sh** You bet me, I will never be rich I need to get me a celebrity b**h Check This kid can't afford Hennessy, but switch many more cheap 40's than you weak who*es will ever sip And rap effortless Blessed with a certain effervescence The better beef-curtain spreader specialist Specifics, Yo, don't get it twist Drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice Tryin' to get to paradise No asparagus, just a pair of dice, dominos and some Sheridans Solid gold providence In the hottest nights, get the halls hyped wall to wall with a squad of hoes And all of this A life of pantyhose, expansive heights, patios and random fights Yo my boys got cameos Dance in the rain with phantoms, all happy like we back again! I could never end it better than the last LP So take a picture actually, let the image help me Remember when it fade like a dream And I pa** my name, and dash off, yo, to rap with demons Yo, I'ma do it like this! Ask if you love it so, if so it's on... And boo, if you love his flow, it's golden, yo it's all good, what you runnin' under the hood?