T-Daddy Stacks - Full Clip (Remix) lyrics

Verse 1: T-Daddy Stacks Yo DJ, spin that sh** homie Yo, everybody know me T-Daddy Stacks mother f**er Yo check it T-daddy Stacks, is the best Check it You know what's funny? I don't get mad Son, I get even that's a habit I have Early f**ing morning when the ink hit the pad Writing dope sh**'s another habit I have, check it Pull a f**ing rabbit out the hat Trump its a trick when I'm tricking on the flow yo Everybody know that, except that Everybody don't know that I pack a Gat Rat-a-tat-tat when the heater in your face I'm cruising in my low-low, son you feel the ba** Yo punk stay in your god damn place Plus I've got a gun named 'just in case' Just in case your punk a** get out of line When I start to rhyme then I start to shine You be the minus, I'll be the plus sign Smoke on the pine, stoned as f** feeling blurred Fly so damn high like a motha f**in' bird Word is born and T-Gunnz is preferred but T-Daddy Stacks is the name unheard But damn son, I go unheard no more When I hit the mic you hear my f**in' roar If you're hardcore you'll understand my concept And go crazy like a motha f**in' bomb threat Stacks a champ, I get the p**y wet I usually go for blondes But your girl brunette I eat p**y up, like a french baguette So don't forget, that my rhymes get you going On my d**h bed be the day I stop flowing Never knowing when I'm swooping into attack So yeah chump you better pick up the slack Cause when I come through I f**in' wreck the track Verse 2: Q-Bone I'm out for presidents to represent me, get my word out I'm done with this dinner b**h, get my dessert out Serving up three course meals, hope you're ready for seconds Serving up three course beats, it's best you get to stepping Your girls got me on to her, she want some milk chocolate Take her back to the crib, close the door and lock it And what's done there are things of unspeakable measures And what's been to her are things of unspeakable pleasures I've been called the lyrical pimp from time to time Other rappers pay good money to use my rhymes Can't hate on them though all the good lyrics are mine Just like the sun in the sky, it's clear that we shine When I say we, I'm not alone though, other rappers in the booth Spittin rhymes and lines, it's not strictly Bone so Kim Possible, what's the sitch? (Joe Grizzly:) it's Joe Grizzly b**h! Hold on Daisy, if you're looking for some kind of trouble You better take it on the arches, before I'm done dropping this load Verse 3: Joe Grizzly Joe Grizzly remix s** on my penis All you dirty mother f**ers Jealous of my cleanness Damn girl, hey there, excuse me miss You a fine chocolate ho Give me a Hershey kiss Oreo threesome, and I am in the middle Chewin on that p**y like a piece of peanut brittle I play it like a fiddle Complex like a riddle I'm colder than the ice man, call me Chuck Liddell b**h I've got a tan, skin colour like copper Yeah I make it spicy like a jalepeno popper Swagger so improper, pa** the eye dropper Best mustache ever, American Choppers I'm trying to run the world Call me Donald Trump Eat so many rappers gotta get my stomach pumped Wake up in the middle of the night and hear a thump Life is such a box of chocolates; Forrest Gump Got my mind on my money, my corn on the cob Took a bite out of that Apple, Rest in peace Steve Jobs He's on his iCloud listening to his iPod Breathing Macbook Air, the man was an iGod