The Noncents - Six Pack lyrics

[Pre-Verse: KILLAKAKE] Treat them bottles like dominoes… if I tip one they all going down Treat them shots like jenga man…. if I take one they all going down My boys Pavlov's dogs, they hear the (POP) then they all come around Never givin' ammo to these clowns, ‘cuz tonight we bought a hundred rounds [Verse 1: KILLAKAKE] Those who know me, swear i'm kobe, take a bunch of shots and fade away f** a job, I went full Denzel on my training day Only breaks, that cla**ic sh**, I might delete my 808s Don't know where i'm going, I just take all this sh** day to day Hit the liquor store, there ain't no stoppin' me man Throw all this sh** in bags like colostomy, man Skatin' drunk, I do that sh** quite awesomely man Got Tony Hawk at gunpoint like, just sponsor me fam Ooo baby, that Jack and Henny Got me feelin' magic, Shaq and Penny Hour nap, and and I'm back and ready 3 AM, you gon' find my a** at Denny's Bars a little nutty, that's Haagen Daz Empty out bottles like molotovs Rappin' on steroids, on and on Me and Detzel, all that sh** our common Bonds Don't smoke the weed, I f**ed around and ate it instead Brain going crazy, if it's laced then i'm dead sh** got my head spinning, all laid in the bed Turn the music up, this York boy needs some radio head, tonight we... [Chorus] We're working on our six pack Uh, yea we working on a six pack, this that sh** that make you want a six pack This six pack's on us so just sit back And get to sippin on a six pack Uh yea, we'll never have a six pack, this that sh** hat make you want a six pack This six pack's on us so just sit back [Verse 2: Detz] Relax and take notes While I make jokes, bout these marijuana blokes Only rhymes they spoke, bout smoke, bout smoke Got me thinking that the record is broke But somehow, they keep on spinning like a pedaller's spokes Independents never getting them electoral votes Making a living spitting is just an executive hoax As far as lyrical intelligence goes They straight F's, which makes em white in hexadecimal codes All I'm saying is, don't go dismissing The Noncents Cause their pigment isn't hip-hop epitomizing Isn't it primitive giving permission to vision for listening till it elicits Opinions limited to an implicit dismissal of sk** and despising So close your eyes then, listen to this sick track Lyrical exercising, we working on our six pack Y'all sipping on miller, we k**ing Lagunitas Y'all sober and spillin', we steady up on a sweet buzz Y'all saying you kings, but you're oscar-less actors I'm playing an Ace and y'all some Roger Podacters And when it comes to hate, y'all straight Adolfin' And when it comes to fraud, rappers straight Madoffin' Me and Kake, make an album, 3,000 miles apart A Coupe of years in the making, took a while to start Coulda been done with a hundred tracks and defiled this art These aren't beats, they're the chest where we compiled our hearts [Chorus]