Andy Griffith

Shit hey, Hello

Under the influence of a whole lot of reefer
A half a bag of pure shit I
Tell her that I need her
A common denial rappers getting busy
A soft of a piano Alicia Keys got sweezy
I know you feel it shoutout to all the poets
Bouncers at strip clubs bitches
Working that pole shit it
Looks so easy I can see the makeup you put on
Formulate your future baby a song
Little darling growing twenties all
My ladies making money
They don't just throw you one's
I got sufficient funds
I throw a hundred and my man
Put it in his fly
It ain't tricky when you spending
Money on your family ties
Hosted clubs, centerfolds give me deja vu
Paper at the cloud nine and a canabo
Comics at Al Capones

Cognac sippin outside them broken homes
Golden Eagle motel fake Chanel and Louis
Oakland rappers with two bitches grew
Up listening to Duey and blow that oowee
Outside like it's legal
It practically is we should've
Skylined with the seagulls
Soon as I hit Broadway after a long day

And it's about foreplay

I kick back with a blunt or two
My undivided team and now they
Grew up in 2002
The 415, 510, all the rest of 'em
I'm singing with the band but I'm
Rapping with the best of 'em
This ain't no bible but it
Sure is an Old Testament
Streets with hookers, pimps, and
Tourist, drug dealers, entrepreneurs
Blacks and whites and mexicans and asians

Everybody out here tonight you know?
And they all got jobs all like the fight
Birds of feather and we
All getting loose tonight