Chuuwee, J. Blow - Le Pere Du Peuple lyrics
[Chuuwee, J. Blow - Le Pere Du Peuple lyrics]
Yeah i know you probably get tired of
Hearing this kind of shit
Don't really give a fuck though
I never packed a tool or acted cool
It wasn't practical and rap and cash is
Act an ass and act a fool
I drop lyrical collections
Make niggas stay after school
No such thing is peer pressure
I'll blow they ass with the tool
Throw they ass in the pool
Comin' after the Che that's stupid
Of half of you
Why the fuck would you ask to lose?
Possession charges
I got a pumpkin patch in my shoes
I got orange hands, green vines
Cabbage patch in my trues
No, no, no, no, no, sporting these Levi's
Nicki be in the trap
I get honey from out the beehive
Other rappers is ass to me
Because they be fallin' behind
Pussycat niggas is feline
Oh snap, the phone tapped, Gregory Hines
You niggas is behind, catch up i'll eat Heinz
The world has too many they say
I capture free dimes
Lock'em in the palace, ask Alice
You think he lyin'
Planted firmly in my free mind
Contemplatin' this mace and shit
Little abrasiveness for heaven sakes
Will they let me into the gates with this?
How many strings can I say I
Got what it takes to win?
I see'em slippery, slimy
Rockin' they snakeskin
Pass on my break wind gas on'em
They sayin' that nigga Chuuwee got balls
And he hailin' from the capital
Capital let' em shrivel in this dope
Shit with the state pin
This dope shit got me a state pin
Still, I'm confined solitarily, it's day ten
Don't talk about Chez before he embarrass you
Niggas need to take a day off
I'm finna ferris you
Stop mentionin' Chez before he embarrass you
Pussy ass niggas get rashes venereal
I'm talkin bout check before I domolish you
These niggas is sweeter then Odwalla juice
I never packed a tool or acted cool
It wasn't practical
But don't think I won't blast at you
I ain't just rappin' too
Hearing this kind of shit
Don't really give a fuck though
I never packed a tool or acted cool
It wasn't practical and rap and cash is
Act an ass and act a fool
I drop lyrical collections
Make niggas stay after school
No such thing is peer pressure
I'll blow they ass with the tool
Throw they ass in the pool
Comin' after the Che that's stupid
Of half of you
Why the fuck would you ask to lose?
Possession charges
I got a pumpkin patch in my shoes
I got orange hands, green vines
Cabbage patch in my trues
No, no, no, no, no, sporting these Levi's
Nicki be in the trap
I get honey from out the beehive
Other rappers is ass to me
Because they be fallin' behind
Pussycat niggas is feline
Oh snap, the phone tapped, Gregory Hines
You niggas is behind, catch up i'll eat Heinz
The world has too many they say
I capture free dimes
Lock'em in the palace, ask Alice
You think he lyin'
Planted firmly in my free mind
Contemplatin' this mace and shit
Little abrasiveness for heaven sakes
Will they let me into the gates with this?
How many strings can I say I
Got what it takes to win?
I see'em slippery, slimy
Rockin' they snakeskin
Pass on my break wind gas on'em
They sayin' that nigga Chuuwee got balls
And he hailin' from the capital
Capital let' em shrivel in this dope
Shit with the state pin
This dope shit got me a state pin
Still, I'm confined solitarily, it's day ten
Don't talk about Chez before he embarrass you
Niggas need to take a day off
I'm finna ferris you
Stop mentionin' Chez before he embarrass you
Pussy ass niggas get rashes venereal
I'm talkin bout check before I domolish you
These niggas is sweeter then Odwalla juice
I never packed a tool or acted cool
It wasn't practical
But don't think I won't blast at you
I ain't just rappin' too