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Po' White Trash ~ Po' Punch
| Pocket Change, Pocket Change and So So Def Collabo It's that dunky, not you man, Lil' Jon, East Side Boyz [Hook] I bet you loc man, bet you smoke man Bet you choke man, bet ya girls I bang Bet you can't hang Our po' punch ain't nothin' but a gang and grain I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane I bet you drink man, bet you stink man Bet you lie man, bet you high man Bet you fried man Our po' punch ain't nothin' but a gang and grain I come to buy the fade of lemonade and sugar cane [Verse 1] I came from clackey-lackey to the coasts of Hollywood, California I smell pneumonia, the music biz is gonna own ya Hesitation tried to loan it, tried to bone ya It's a crime I had to sign, new place and time I had to write my little life on the dotted line No whisper can mistake Lil' Bubba, I hear yo evil I see yo evil, I speak yo evil No evil, a weeble wobble, a weeble wobble Bobble, bobble in ya upper Adam did flop down I got the 40 of Ides and the Zima Craig ain't thinkin' sinkin' thinkin' Of takin' two sips of this honkey malt liquor I send all the dodgers just to make it a Babe Ruth Lay off the snooze, no time to choose Tippin' back a few, catch a dew, then catch the booze-cooze Absolut is the boos, cousin Citron is a choss Skies wide, fly when I'm lost in that sauce [Hook] [Verse 2] I tend to the album, every hour hear it on the news Ya comin' back whack, recognize that you through Ya minute made compared to me and tossin' eatin' peaty The explanation highly been for false is drippin' Chinely Port to shore to shorty comin' back, Lordy pass the forty Bad enough to trip and uh, I'm swingin' fast I break this mirror in half, and shove it up your ass If you a flea be a flea Uh swimming in the sea You talkin' about my bag of forty back to eternity Drinkin' my drink in the morning like Mo, Hen, and Chiney Fast to understand a lyrical blast, can you see me I fake the shake to the bucket but it ain't Batman I'm Robin J and you luscious and Vegas scams And one and under white trash And listen to my information It'll make your blood sludge and tell ya bout cremation I drank 24 puke 12 and drink some more [Hook] [Ad-libs to fade] more free lyrics |