The Alchemist - What's the Word lyrics

[Verse 1] Hundred bottles last week, that's a true story Riding around in my jeep with two forties Cashed out a half ki cause I'm into j**elry Just took a loss for fifteen, whole 'nother story Devil got a couple suites and a few shorties Finna pop a couple E's and do an orgy At the avenue, as the diamond spins The charlie backin' in The money on gorgeous The whip matched the wheels, my diamonds so flawless Her a** fat as hell and mommy so foreign Not as bad as her friend but they both gorgeous They both got boyfriends and they saw Norbit But that's how the world spin and the globe orbit And the glove off And I'm out with your girlfriend And they both knowin' That it's over with Them Concreatures blowin' bricks Got that girl in so it ain't nothin' for me to blow [Hook] What's the word for the day Outside hand-to-hand serving them J's All night gettin' on your nerves everyday Pitching hard white wishing for a bird when I pray From the kitchen to the curb get a plate Report right do not disturb if you may Better walk like you can catch me stirring the yey Spinnin' off white whippin' 'til it turn into clay [Verse 2] Life is Precious, a fat ugly b**h that will get you wacked It's concrete evidence If I died this second Or took a trip to that max correction, penetent Would you right me letters Or send a n***a flicks Or would you act like you never knew I exist That's why I'm selective, you s** a dick Remember back a month ago, I wasn't sh** Now you gotta respect it, I run a mitt And I can cash a bungalow with the upper-deck You gotta lotta flip but I'm upper-deck In the sky box where Mike rocks double frets In my high tops and I rock double S Chillin' in the maybach with cyclops And weapon X I'm Wolverine, that's Professor X Got the Magneto, shoot it from the hip Click, quicker that pistol P Maravich [Hook] What's the word for the day Outside hand-to-hand serving them J's All night gettin' on your nerves everyday Pitching hard white wishing for a bird when I pray From the kitchen to the curb get a plate Report right do not disturb if you may Better walk like you can catch me stirring the yey Spinnin' off white whippin' 'til it turn into clay [Verse 3] The transition lenses in a buff Gotcha b**h in a Benz Finna give that p**y up Got me finna bust quicker than my album It's coming soon, go and pick that up It's checkout time, twist one up Lit the kush, and didn't even let her hit the blunt You a honey moon, I'm a big dipper One of these days Alice right in the kisser Small things to a giant, I don't see the midgets When he ran off on consignment I ain't even miss 'em I was jammin' somewhere probably in the kitchen Same time he was rhyming I was out here in the trenches Why these n***a lying, me and my n***as did it And everything I write about n***a I really lived it It's gang time, MAP on my fitted Cause money ain't a problem, and neither is b**hes [Hook] What's the word for the day Outside hand-to-hand serving them J's All night gettin' on your nerves everyday Pitching hard white wishing for a bird when I pray From the kitchen to the curb get a plate Report right do not disturb if you may Better walk like you can catch me stirring the yey Spinnin' off white whippin' 'til it turn into clay