Med, Blu, Madlib, DJ Romes, DāM FunK - Peroxide lyrics
[Med, Blu, Madlib, DJ Romes, DāM FunK - Peroxide lyrics]
Yo, the car's white, Susie for the Gucci
Monica Bellucci with the Coogi
Uh, yo, my bubble goose Grey Goose hoochie
Slipped my Uzi in the movies like a roof
Excuse me she say my new stee too inapprop'
I say, "New freak
Henny and a two-liter Coke"
Put the roach out, niggas still doin' it tho
They tryna move keys better
Than a pianist compose
She say my single put that tingle in her nose
On the coast where the summer is
The season for the snow
Yeah, them niggas ain't checking for flows
They send the dope with the
Hoes like Xs and Os
I've seen it all out my window
Watching asphalt grow
Uh, reason my peoples keep a tall cam fold
In Los Ange'
In the land where them cameras blow
The boss man even hustle hand-in
Hand for the dough peroxide
'Bout to bubble like peroxide
Layin' in the, in the, in the cut
All you need to know is be straight
Throw up these dubs until you die
'Cause, you know that we troops
And we don't fuck around with these bustas
So together, you know that we stay fly
Well alright
Uh, yeah, I'm from CA, city of the ox
Bang forward like doors in DA
Heavy with the knock
Nigga you not fucking with the clique
Get the cops
Shit, my sister beat the jury out the box
The block on smash with cash
You get rocked, tryna make bands like Slash
Above hash, flash on the dash talk trash
'Til them Hefty bags filled, no tax
She feel me on that feel nigga rap
For real, gold grill, chain every champ
The ill, payback gold, get a ransom
Now we pick the finest cotton off the racks
Relax homie, still keep the flashlight
I can see me taking pictures in the past life
Why write it? 'Cause my mind right
You need iron like a bad diet
Fucking with the Westsiders peroxide
'Bout to bubble like peroxide
Layin' in the, in the, in the cut
All you need to know is be straight
Throw up these dubs until you die
'Cause, you know that we troops
And we don't fuck around with these bustas
So together, you know that we stay fly
Well alright
I came up, laid in the cut like
Reno son funds hustle, this ain't one
Flow dope like Kurt with a nose run, buzzin'
The reason why the males in the toast's done
We comin' two hundred for the shirt, bunting
Light stunting for the day suffering
Hustlin' huff a squat like a flat stomach
Who run it? Her fav' color
I put my money on it
Dam-Funk over Madlib product
The rough beat, husky deep
Heavy in the trunk
Seat comfy, plush leather, freaks lining up
Money bubble up off the block when I post up
Uh, yo, post up, bubble in the cut
No struggle, shit crack
You bubblin' the butt
Gift bags out the huddle while
You fumble on the hut
King Tut play the humble on the hush
From the jungle to the train line
Hustle through the grapevine daytime
They heard Cain's Abel like Jesus
Was on the main line (What?)
Nigga please, no need for them K9s
These got the lead but ended
Up with a great rhyme
Uh, the state lines tried to hold
Me but I broke free no squeeze
Do my dirt all by my lonely like a OG
Just the stove in me, tryna make a buck
'Bout to bubble like peroxide
Layin' in the cut (Uh, uh, yo)
All you need to know is be straight
Throw up these dubs until you die
'Cause, you know that we troops
And we don't fuck around with these bustas
So together, you know that we stay fly
Well alright
Monica Bellucci with the Coogi
Uh, yo, my bubble goose Grey Goose hoochie
Slipped my Uzi in the movies like a roof
Excuse me she say my new stee too inapprop'
I say, "New freak
Henny and a two-liter Coke"
Put the roach out, niggas still doin' it tho
They tryna move keys better
Than a pianist compose
She say my single put that tingle in her nose
On the coast where the summer is
The season for the snow
Yeah, them niggas ain't checking for flows
They send the dope with the
Hoes like Xs and Os
I've seen it all out my window
Watching asphalt grow
Uh, reason my peoples keep a tall cam fold
In Los Ange'
In the land where them cameras blow
The boss man even hustle hand-in
Hand for the dough peroxide
'Bout to bubble like peroxide
Layin' in the, in the, in the cut
All you need to know is be straight
Throw up these dubs until you die
'Cause, you know that we troops
And we don't fuck around with these bustas
So together, you know that we stay fly
Well alright
Uh, yeah, I'm from CA, city of the ox
Bang forward like doors in DA
Heavy with the knock
Nigga you not fucking with the clique
Get the cops
Shit, my sister beat the jury out the box
The block on smash with cash
You get rocked, tryna make bands like Slash
Above hash, flash on the dash talk trash
'Til them Hefty bags filled, no tax
She feel me on that feel nigga rap
For real, gold grill, chain every champ
The ill, payback gold, get a ransom
Now we pick the finest cotton off the racks
Relax homie, still keep the flashlight
I can see me taking pictures in the past life
Why write it? 'Cause my mind right
You need iron like a bad diet
Fucking with the Westsiders peroxide
'Bout to bubble like peroxide
Layin' in the, in the, in the cut
All you need to know is be straight
Throw up these dubs until you die
'Cause, you know that we troops
And we don't fuck around with these bustas
So together, you know that we stay fly
Well alright
I came up, laid in the cut like
Reno son funds hustle, this ain't one
Flow dope like Kurt with a nose run, buzzin'
The reason why the males in the toast's done
We comin' two hundred for the shirt, bunting
Light stunting for the day suffering
Hustlin' huff a squat like a flat stomach
Who run it? Her fav' color
I put my money on it
Dam-Funk over Madlib product
The rough beat, husky deep
Heavy in the trunk
Seat comfy, plush leather, freaks lining up
Money bubble up off the block when I post up
Uh, yo, post up, bubble in the cut
No struggle, shit crack
You bubblin' the butt
Gift bags out the huddle while
You fumble on the hut
King Tut play the humble on the hush
From the jungle to the train line
Hustle through the grapevine daytime
They heard Cain's Abel like Jesus
Was on the main line (What?)
Nigga please, no need for them K9s
These got the lead but ended
Up with a great rhyme
Uh, the state lines tried to hold
Me but I broke free no squeeze
Do my dirt all by my lonely like a OG
Just the stove in me, tryna make a buck
'Bout to bubble like peroxide
Layin' in the cut (Uh, uh, yo)
All you need to know is be straight
Throw up these dubs until you die
'Cause, you know that we troops
And we don't fuck around with these bustas
So together, you know that we stay fly
Well alright