Cloak N Dagga, K-Solo - Sit Yo Hot Ass Down lyrics
[Cloak N Dagga, K-Solo - Sit Yo Hot Ass Down lyrics]
Weed-vapour move through a
Six-figure vacuum tube
I magnetically attract the Moon
My blood was tested, they cloned my genetics
The Chief Medic was Dr henry Merrick
Vascular endothelial recombination
In other words, I'm saying, regeneration
Chromonal mass injection from Germaine Jetson
Boots, spurs and Stetson, sidearm weapon
Federale Mexicans standing right next to him
Take you back to the
Trauma Unit for questioning
Talk to the Texans about the
Next Middle East insurrection in the seconds
Ever ready march about face
Bass blowing up like A-Bombs
Styles in your face
This the underground market
My delivery's devoted rhymes hit the target
So my style stays loaded
Blows out front page, I'ma bring the heat
It's the counter-attack for the
Mountain cat that
Pounced on your back over here
Let me show you on the mats
Wrap a nigga up like a boa on a shoulder
Take a picture with me
Look brave for the photo
They kill you in the prison yard
Talking about life on Mars
Don't nobody want to fight that war
My train of thought can maim a horse
With the ease that a crane
Lift a grain of salt
Yeah what they call large, we call petite
What we call the street needs
What they call a G
The off-road freaks with Boss Hog teeth
I met a bitch called Daisy in Long Beach
International Recon agreed to meet us at dawn
Now the whole fucking beach is gone
We're fucking remarkable
Don't try to make us marketable
We don't even want to talk to you (Canibus)
Yeah, I drugged you, mugged you
Take everything from you
To bring you back morally humble
Cause, I love you
Boulder, Colorado Gestapo crawling
Out of foxholes listening to Rock & Roll
Lock and load, niggas say
"How Solo's stock just grow?"
I say, "Look, it's not just flows"
So when you hear the sound
Prepare for the rounds
Trauma Unit, Sit Yo Hot Ass Down, nigga
Six-figure vacuum tube
I magnetically attract the Moon
My blood was tested, they cloned my genetics
The Chief Medic was Dr henry Merrick
Vascular endothelial recombination
In other words, I'm saying, regeneration
Chromonal mass injection from Germaine Jetson
Boots, spurs and Stetson, sidearm weapon
Federale Mexicans standing right next to him
Take you back to the
Trauma Unit for questioning
Talk to the Texans about the
Next Middle East insurrection in the seconds
Ever ready march about face
Bass blowing up like A-Bombs
Styles in your face
This the underground market
My delivery's devoted rhymes hit the target
So my style stays loaded
Blows out front page, I'ma bring the heat
It's the counter-attack for the
Mountain cat that
Pounced on your back over here
Let me show you on the mats
Wrap a nigga up like a boa on a shoulder
Take a picture with me
Look brave for the photo
They kill you in the prison yard
Talking about life on Mars
Don't nobody want to fight that war
My train of thought can maim a horse
With the ease that a crane
Lift a grain of salt
Yeah what they call large, we call petite
What we call the street needs
What they call a G
The off-road freaks with Boss Hog teeth
I met a bitch called Daisy in Long Beach
International Recon agreed to meet us at dawn
Now the whole fucking beach is gone
We're fucking remarkable
Don't try to make us marketable
We don't even want to talk to you (Canibus)
Yeah, I drugged you, mugged you
Take everything from you
To bring you back morally humble
Cause, I love you
Boulder, Colorado Gestapo crawling
Out of foxholes listening to Rock & Roll
Lock and load, niggas say
"How Solo's stock just grow?"
I say, "Look, it's not just flows"
So when you hear the sound
Prepare for the rounds
Trauma Unit, Sit Yo Hot Ass Down, nigga