Asher Roth, Code Will, Blvff - High PD lyrics
[Asher Roth, Code Will, Blvff - High PD lyrics]
Uh, hmm
Alright, alright, alright, I got this
Chill out, bro, shut up, shut up
What seems to be the problem, Mr ocifer?
It's Ash Wednesday, we're just off to church
Yo son, save the small talk
I just caught the word
That two kids on the road stolen lots of herb
With all due respect that a cop deserves
I'm at a loss for words
Well that'll cause concerns
A little birdy through a tip
And y'all fit the description
And plus the car reeks loud
Like the woofers be hitting, so where is it?
Okay, I give in
Thank my parents and religion
If I spill it gonna need my rap forgiven
See me I'm on this rarely snitching
But sergeant just listen
There's a professor who made
His mission cultivating Citgo
This man's a real sicko
Making all the kids grow for diploma quid pro
Trying to make them quarterback the
Pack into the end zone
Not sure about his end goal but
I had to score first
Behind the lines I hit the spot up
Kyle Korver heh, I guess it's easy as that
Son, I applaud your two cents kid
Ain't no nickelin' that
You sold the plug so I ain't
Charging you for being a rat in fact
Keep a nug or two but I'll be taking the pack
Better haul ass 'fore I switch it's
Sick I'm letting you go
Better watch your six 'cause I got blue
For all the black on the road
Ain't meaning skin
I'm talkin' hue of your clothes
Now y'all be safe 'cause I
Ain't saving no ghosts
I just be making 'em, so get to the road
What the hell happened? It all got so drastic
Just from me binging and
Skipping these classes
Focused on puffing, not passing
It lead me to capping to
Captain who highjacked the package
And jettisoned me
Now the tank is back on empty
Hope the word don't reach the students
Know they'll all resent me
Greed's an Insta-model occupation's
Strictly tempt me
Blame that bitch for all the
Envy in the Gen-Z
So what the man's a little zenny
Mr teddy Talk birky's with the peppy walk
Lager's with the heavy froth
While he's reading Karl Marx
Hoping we don't move to Mars
'fore we CPR ours
Might just know it all on some Nardwuar
Yo, these stupid little kids, dumbasses
I'm out here doing lord's work
While they're cutting classes
And sagging their pants acting
Like damn bastards, i had to daddy 'em
But, I'm a nice guy
I let 'em go without attackin' 'em
Now I got their pack and opened
That and saw a new hue
This ain't like some shit you see on screens
It's like some voodoo
I'm lifted off the smell alone
Station said return but now I'm
Yearning for the pheromones
What the fuck I care for? I bleed blue
Still ain't get my share of finer
Things that I can see through
This shit probably easy to grow
I'll get some cheap dudes to
Keep you growing to
Trees and sell you for a steep due
Ayo, I'm loving what this greed do, man
One-two click in this gone
Gotta think quick 'fore I slip and it's done
I'ma do right while I do what's wrong
If I take this hit I'ma blow that bomb
With the greenhouse in shambles
And the retrohash now in the hands of
An ill-intentioned megalomaniac
Professor Roth has been forced
To cancel his class
Alright, alright, alright, I got this
Chill out, bro, shut up, shut up
What seems to be the problem, Mr ocifer?
It's Ash Wednesday, we're just off to church
Yo son, save the small talk
I just caught the word
That two kids on the road stolen lots of herb
With all due respect that a cop deserves
I'm at a loss for words
Well that'll cause concerns
A little birdy through a tip
And y'all fit the description
And plus the car reeks loud
Like the woofers be hitting, so where is it?
Okay, I give in
Thank my parents and religion
If I spill it gonna need my rap forgiven
See me I'm on this rarely snitching
But sergeant just listen
There's a professor who made
His mission cultivating Citgo
This man's a real sicko
Making all the kids grow for diploma quid pro
Trying to make them quarterback the
Pack into the end zone
Not sure about his end goal but
I had to score first
Behind the lines I hit the spot up
Kyle Korver heh, I guess it's easy as that
Son, I applaud your two cents kid
Ain't no nickelin' that
You sold the plug so I ain't
Charging you for being a rat in fact
Keep a nug or two but I'll be taking the pack
Better haul ass 'fore I switch it's
Sick I'm letting you go
Better watch your six 'cause I got blue
For all the black on the road
Ain't meaning skin
I'm talkin' hue of your clothes
Now y'all be safe 'cause I
Ain't saving no ghosts
I just be making 'em, so get to the road
What the hell happened? It all got so drastic
Just from me binging and
Skipping these classes
Focused on puffing, not passing
It lead me to capping to
Captain who highjacked the package
And jettisoned me
Now the tank is back on empty
Hope the word don't reach the students
Know they'll all resent me
Greed's an Insta-model occupation's
Strictly tempt me
Blame that bitch for all the
Envy in the Gen-Z
So what the man's a little zenny
Mr teddy Talk birky's with the peppy walk
Lager's with the heavy froth
While he's reading Karl Marx
Hoping we don't move to Mars
'fore we CPR ours
Might just know it all on some Nardwuar
Yo, these stupid little kids, dumbasses
I'm out here doing lord's work
While they're cutting classes
And sagging their pants acting
Like damn bastards, i had to daddy 'em
But, I'm a nice guy
I let 'em go without attackin' 'em
Now I got their pack and opened
That and saw a new hue
This ain't like some shit you see on screens
It's like some voodoo
I'm lifted off the smell alone
Station said return but now I'm
Yearning for the pheromones
What the fuck I care for? I bleed blue
Still ain't get my share of finer
Things that I can see through
This shit probably easy to grow
I'll get some cheap dudes to
Keep you growing to
Trees and sell you for a steep due
Ayo, I'm loving what this greed do, man
One-two click in this gone
Gotta think quick 'fore I slip and it's done
I'ma do right while I do what's wrong
If I take this hit I'ma blow that bomb
With the greenhouse in shambles
And the retrohash now in the hands of
An ill-intentioned megalomaniac
Professor Roth has been forced
To cancel his class