Blue magic my re up (Maria)
[Skank dollar where you at?]
[Verse 1: skank]
This straight raw,,, no baking soda/
I seen a lot of bull man jokeem Noah/
If this winter ya songs a cold front
Front!/
I been on a frontier
Sky high treking on big blunts/
Skank dollar needs a white jacket with a scorpion on like drive/
Kissing girls
Stopming niggas in the elevators to survive/
Pharmaceutical bars,, this what the doctor prescribed/
Like zanex
I see fine women make eye sex
Guys just say my name like Kelly Rolland/
But I was moving white with cold hands/
Iceman,, watch him take ya scene by storm
S, the dark man/
Tear ya throat out like dobermans/
Hating on him like you stepped in quicksand/
My face still clean in these streets for crack/
So I move on em like pacman
Ocean Ave
Early eighties ,,,,,,,wolf pack/
A lot of island people making babies/
A lot of adolescent maybe's shit crazy/
Mannnnnn I could feed a village if I show em where the fish is
Or I could teach em how to fish
Look, I could make a wall out of brick's/
In bars,,
But I could make more off of slangin weed white and hard
Skank dollar made more when he ripper that block
In Jordan's black an white white. ,.
White tee match the socks
Little brother no different
Team Jordan Carolina Carmelo's
To 13's fresh out the box off
My re ah
Hook
[Verse 2: skank]
You looking like rou paul eating croutons/(Illllllllllllllll)
Tu Wong Foo,,,,, no rouge moulin/
Nah
I got off crack,,, nothing to go on/
Empty stomach, , ONE cup of noodles Roaming/
Not fancy at all,,, we ain't high class/
Tryna look g,,,, in highwater pants/
Lights blind my eyes when fly cars pass/
Engine roaring,,, in grand tourismo you picked that/
Some people took the easy road
I get off at the ramp/
Im tryna see me a stack/
Don't force me to defend my land
My nigga/
This ain't my Hood but,,, now I'm eating here my nigga/
And yo math don't measure on my abacus/
So imma count with this mato
Voice passionate/
See if we could split this/
Or you could just praise the Sabbath/ugh
Cause you slowing up my flow
Like dams/
An my last Thanksgiving fucked up,,, so this discussion here is
Ceram/
I ain't going to the church for cans/
I got my toes in the dirt to the root,,,,
Pushing Kellogg's man/
Hot summer nights in timberland boots/
Some niggas try to flex on little niggas
That's why we quick to shoot/
Go head then,, Put chyo head in that knuce/
Bet cha a Remmington make you a drop
From a coupe/
Ugh my rock band not a group/
Chilling,,, Letting that girl hula hoop/
A new York what Chu bout to do/
I dont know? but Biscayne Mike need two
At the hotel blue/
Off My Re Ah
[Verse 3: skank]
Rub shoulders with soft dealers till they Indian burn/
Numb yo lips
You could whip this in a urn/
Might as well,, cause yo tell fried,, head like a perm/
Im Bout to breakout ,,, like scab of germs/
Rabid,,,,
I'm like Molly on a rap scene/
Dust for evidence, c.s.I. team/
Cause I just murdered a track
My women murder they lane/
Amazing skank dollar not faze'd by internet fame/
Moreless engaged/
To the block that carried his name/
He could pop up anytime
With sugarcane/
So he could supply a demand
Them crackers will have you disabled/(the D's)
Like Cain hit Abel/
Same skin, fuck that, he paying rent, cable/
No body see yo ass when you down on ya dick/
Shit be routhless, so this hotel my pad an shit/
Not just the place where prosititues hangout/
I came from a Yankee team dugout/
So You know the rules
I'm new in town/
But I ain't start to far at the bottom
Here punch the clock till twelve round yeah!
Whats going on my nigga
This 9 to 5 won't do/
So I flipped my check from work
At the motel blue/
Off Maria
