Lyrics

Just finished my cup Heading to the bar for so more to guzzle up Say word I see the bartender She got the buttercup I got the butter nuts Don't mind me baby doll I'm half baked So poor my drink and please don't act stink And make sure it's light on the ice Cause I like to feel loose when I rhyme on the mic Girl you need to stop it I could get a little crazy don't mind me hun Five lighters in my pocket When I really need a lighter I can't find one A dude bump me from the back bumpin' his gums My whole drink did a splash 'fore it's touchin' my tongue Five seconds from gettin' thrown out of the club Cause I'm a turn around and be mad as a muh That's how I'm feelin' right now Who got a problem with me That's how I'm feelin' right now Who got a problem with me Ask about me S-E-E-M-O R-E resident evil to your window You can call the army Cause I got a sound That'll turn every town and the planet Zombie Now they on me can't get em' off me Seemore Bluntz who the hell would endorse me I crack necks backs break arms In a pair of khaks like Jake from state farm I ain't got a brain left Lost it High when I drive Rick Grimes to walkers Truth be told I'm building up a fortress Only nigga using a commode as an office Step correct and come with it In a grave you'll be fresh to death in my city They see that I'm next to rep they ride with me Hit the blunt but they never invest the five fifty Reach in my chest pull out the nine nicky It's a business card that smell like my sticky Sniff Gorilla in the mist That'll fart marijuana so the world get a whiff That's how I'm feelin' right now Who got a problem with me That's how I'm feelin' right now Who got a problem with me Listen Mama said I'm a savage Five blunts three cups later Now I'm mad lit If niggas in my background with an adlib He could get the nutty professor A fat lip I wake and bake like three in the morning The hell with the future I live for the moment Shut up and listen The slogan is real I penetrate through a beat not even Slomin could sheild High school What can I say blunt smoking Dated white girls with fathers like Hulk Hogan To get high we cut pretty often Talk of the class when I decided to walk in A bit older but I'm mad rude Hand on the horn cause I'm that dude Middle finger up about how I'm viewed Man these niggas better think for they clown my shoes What are those That's how I'm feelin' right now Who got a problem with me That's how I'm feelin' right now Who got a problem with me That's how I'm feelin' right now Who got a problem with me That's how I'm feelin' right now Who got a problem with me
Writer(s): Melvin Temple Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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