Boldy James - Consignment lyrics

227 harum
My dude conCreatures

It's enticing, just try it
Everybody's doing it
I promise you'll like it
Don't fight it,  hurry up and buy it
I weigh it, throw it in the bag
Knot it up and tie it
Tight right, high as a kite, you flying
Soaring through the sky and
Me I'm the copilot (Boldy Blocks)
Bought to put a few Os inside the Pyrex
(ConCreatures)
Then cut on the stove and light the pilot
(yeahhh) cinder blocks in the kitchen
All white bricks (Yup)
Get the pot, skillet, chisel and the ice pick
(Work) ready-rock water whipping with
The right wrist (yeah)
Let it lock when I hit it with them ice chips
(Yop) bro I sold dope on the night-shift
Ice-cold with the flow, Bold you the nicest
(Why thank you) with the politeness
Seek and he shall find it
Blinded, they tried to take my
Weakness for a kindness

Grinded, in the streets I'm reminded
Of times when they tried to
Throw my peoples in confinement
(Hundred years)
Before the fame it was big guns and diamonds
Then came that strong word
BIG called consignment (From the block)
Strictly for Lehman with fifties and nine M's
(Uh, huh)
As front-line-men, with ghetto Heisman's
(Bold) criminal minded, take a nigga brick
And sell it back to him after I rob him

For that dirty blonde, call it Dolly Parton
Whole lotta fun, yeah girly awesome
Natural born star, roll out the red carpet
After I swill this jar
Then I'mma charge a fortune
Let her flirt with y'all
Just for her enjoyment
We split a thirty ball
I took the larger portion
While you under-bossing, filing unemployment
Is you working hard? Or is you hardly working
That C-O-N-C-R-E-A T-U-R-E
Is who we all reap
Up them split's and zips, get two balls free
(That's cash)
But instead of spending you bought three
(Eight ball) bumped ya head for ten
That's two point three
Short of a half, I shorted you point three
(Ten) plus the bag get a half of the three
(Uh, huh)
That's seventeen and a half short of an OZ
(Oh boy)
Man, now do the math with me (Uh, huh)
That would be subtracting half and three
(Grams) and a half exactly (yeah)
That's at least a half a stack you tweak
That's at least the cash you stack in weeks
If that was me I'd have
Grabbed the half for three and put it

In my little teapot short and stout
There is my handle, there is my spout
When I get all steamed up, I just shout
Tip me over and pour me out

Nick with porcelain form when it rock up
(yeah) if I get caught with this I
Know I'm getting locked up (For sure)
And just knowing that, is why I remain humble
It's like a jungle sometimes
That make me wonder
How I keep from going underneath (Blocks)
Cause I'm from the streets (Uh, huh)
It's ConCreatures I get it
From my Uncle Keith

Old habit's you know? Hard to break
I went in with a Bachelor's of Marijuana
And came out with a Doctorate of Cocaine