Homeboy Sandman, Karriem Riggins - Pina Colada lyrics
[Homeboy Sandman, Karriem Riggins - Pina Colada lyrics]
You'll never catch boy Sand
With the "also rans"
Fuck, shit, and also damn
The crisis been averted
Verdict set a murderer scott-free
Yo, how do people listen to
These rappers that's not me?
Tut and I would argue over the best tomb
But all I ever got was a flesh wound
Mostly do to box jumps, tap water
And fresh fruit
Combined with never planning my next move
Dude no small feat, season tickets
And floor seats
To everything that's under the sun
And if you ever hear someone
Say I rap off beat that motherfucker is dumb
Rated R, shredding gnar
Pull a card from a packed sleeve
Like Sonny in the bar, now yous can't leave
Courtesy of MDs
Inside lane at the track meet
Top speed, sweatin' our back vaccines
Welcome to actually
Main street, top of the pile
Take your jacket off, stay for a while
You can sleep on the couch, beyond
The shadow of a reasonable doubt
But brush your teeth and wipe your feet
Before you step in the house
Such is the basis of the grace and refinement
I'm lookin' for somethin'
I'll know what when I find it
Doggy dog world, time to piss on a hydrant
Gather round kids
As I squeeze coal into a diamond
Knock stars into alignment
Spring into action any minute
And administer a total stranger to Heimlich
I'm more good for the
Environment than a hybrid
I had a plan to meet weakness with kindness
But motherfuckers is mindless
Typical simpleton political scientists
At least I still get to sign tit's
At most it's gamuts of the daggers and coats
And couple cutlasses for cuttin' it close
I find I look less often at
The homemade porn on my phone
Maybe now I can pull a sword outta stone
Or maybe there's no correlation
Which is often the case
On any call, they could be runnin' a trace
So I'm ready for 'em, that goes for any forum
With the "also rans"
Fuck, shit, and also damn
The crisis been averted
Verdict set a murderer scott-free
Yo, how do people listen to
These rappers that's not me?
Tut and I would argue over the best tomb
But all I ever got was a flesh wound
Mostly do to box jumps, tap water
And fresh fruit
Combined with never planning my next move
Dude no small feat, season tickets
And floor seats
To everything that's under the sun
And if you ever hear someone
Say I rap off beat that motherfucker is dumb
Rated R, shredding gnar
Pull a card from a packed sleeve
Like Sonny in the bar, now yous can't leave
Courtesy of MDs
Inside lane at the track meet
Top speed, sweatin' our back vaccines
Welcome to actually
Main street, top of the pile
Take your jacket off, stay for a while
You can sleep on the couch, beyond
The shadow of a reasonable doubt
But brush your teeth and wipe your feet
Before you step in the house
Such is the basis of the grace and refinement
I'm lookin' for somethin'
I'll know what when I find it
Doggy dog world, time to piss on a hydrant
Gather round kids
As I squeeze coal into a diamond
Knock stars into alignment
Spring into action any minute
And administer a total stranger to Heimlich
I'm more good for the
Environment than a hybrid
I had a plan to meet weakness with kindness
But motherfuckers is mindless
Typical simpleton political scientists
At least I still get to sign tit's
At most it's gamuts of the daggers and coats
And couple cutlasses for cuttin' it close
I find I look less often at
The homemade porn on my phone
Maybe now I can pull a sword outta stone
Or maybe there's no correlation
Which is often the case
On any call, they could be runnin' a trace
So I'm ready for 'em, that goes for any forum